Breaking dimensions with good intentions During the last eighteen months we've been lashed to the mast in a Force Niner, the wind howling and rain soaking. An exaggeration ... oh, sure. This geezer's a fantasy writer. Suffice to say, it's been a tad grim. :) But bad storms, like gallstones, pass. We're climbing back out into the sunshine like a blinking, yawning prairie dog who got lost in his own tunnels. It happens - ask my cat. All that dark [...]

Glancing back First up, apologies for the long gap! It's been over a year since last I scribbled random thoughts on this blog. There are reasons. 2022 was not kind to us, and I'll not delve into that here. But the power of positivity shines through if one allows. And as Mercury spins retro this New Year, it seems a good time to focus on inspirations looking forward and back. Love will always shine through, even in the darkest of [...]

How's your Christmas week been? Hope you had a good one! Not very yule like here in Georgia. Storms raging outside, rain drenching fields, lightning blazing silver through the gloom. Booming thunder, pets scurrying nervously under the bed. Ouch. A touch unseasonal, but hey - define normal during these tumultuous times. Here's a whimsical moment to lift you away from the hectic holidays whirl. A dream of snowflakes and swordplay. A ponder. Or a winter's wander, if you like. 'As [...]

As Autumn waxes and leaves change hue, lifting away, beginning the tumble and dance in their drifting journey down from the trees. This writer's mood shifts to reflection. Time readies those trees for their long cold rest before Spring. Time ... the silent watcher who marks us every hour. What if there was no time? You've somehow slipped beyond its lore? How would that feel? Like freedom? Terror? You can't age when there's no time, but neither can you rest. [...]

Have you ever walked past a dark space at midnight? A gaping hole in an empty building, or a shed or cattle store - the wind battering the steel roofs above, rain washing the cobwebby window panes? At such moments, it's easy to feel the darkness stir and manifest. As you pass, and pick up your pace, icy hands reach out hungrily. Your imagination senses someone waiting inside. But who's to say there isn't someone in there? Like the iceberg, [...]