What? First Wednesday in August already? Yesterday I was dusting off my accolades from my July post and it’s time to post again? Ok, the dusting didn’t take but a second, but who deserves the accolades of thousands is Alex Cavanaugh, creator, ninja captain, author/blogger extraordinaire and brain-child of IWSG!

Visit him and this month’s co-hosts for great stuff:

Tamara Narayan, Tonja Drecker, Ellen @ The Cynical Sailor, Lauren @ Pensuasion, Stephen Tremp, and Julie Flanders!

Life, life, life! Why are you so in my way of living and writing? Though not stuck, I’ve postponed an already late project until 2017. Besides being behind on it, I had planned a companion/two-book release and had forgotten to do anything with the companion book!

Yup, that’s how it’s going lately. August looks to be as booked as July. The work schedule is still channeling my energy away from getting much writing done. Once I figure out whose in charge of this stuff, I’ll get on them like flies on . . .

To avoid shameless self-plugs, I’m moving right on to this month’s question(s):

AUGUST 3RD QUESTION: What was your very first piece of writing as an aspiring writer? Where is it now? Collecting dust or has it been published?

So long ago, I know it was poetry and was so syrupy-sappy I probably used it on breakfast pancakes! I’ve still got the work, but it will not see the light of day except for a stroll through the memory banks when I am much less younger and still not living off my writing wages!



I am appearing on the blog of author Reece Daniel this Friday, August 5th. Two essays from my first book will be posted. I’ll be giving away copies, yes copies,  of my books. Check his site out for great stuff alongside my essays. CLICKETY-CLICK HERE

My latest essay The Water Holds No Scars appears in the August 23, 2016 release of Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Power of Gratitude. 


I have a few advanced copies left to sell, discounted at $12.50, includes shipping. That’s less than cover price! Want one? Let me know.

I told you not to come down here . . .The Shame, the horrible shame you’ve endured.