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HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE YOU?
Probably the most frequent question I get as an author is, “How long does it take you to write a book?” In truth, I’ve never really put a clock (or a calendar) on my work. But looking back over my last four publications, they are spaced about a year apart. Keep in mind, however, that…
Read MoreI’M 88 YEARS OLD AND HAVE NEVER READ A BOOK COVER-TO-COVER
Sometimes the best reviews of my books aren’t reviews at all, but mere acknowledgments that somehow, someway, I changed someone’s life. Maybe just a little, but at least for the better. I got an email recently from a gentleman—I’ll call him Alf (not his real name)—who had signed up for my newsletters. I gotta tell…
Read MoreJUDAS GOATS AND GERMAN JETS
While my forthcoming novel, Down a Dark Road, isn’t, strictly speaking, part of the When Heroes Flew series, that doesn’t mean it will be devoid of aviation action. Quite the contrary, besides slogging along with a U.S. infantry platoon through Germany and Austria during the closing days of WWII in Europe, you’re going to encounter…
Read MoreTHE FAIRY TALE CONTINUES–BARBARA AND BUZZ
The fairy tale continues. The rise of what I like to think of as Schloss Bernard, my new writer’s studio—my castle—signals the beginning of a new phase of my life. I have a few weeks remaining in Georgia before I, and my Shih-Tzu buddy, Stormy, wing our way west to where the freshly-minted Mrs. Bernard,…
Read MoreBARBARA AND BUZZ—A REAL-LIFE FAIRY TALE
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, where gray mists hid the tops of green forests, and deep snows crowned the sawtoothed peaks of rugged mountains, a young girl spotted a young boy. “He’s different,” she said. “I want to get to know him.” She did, and for a brief time they…
Read MoreI’M 80, I GUESS I’M NOT SO OLD—PART I
The airliner sinks slowly over the quilt-work brown and green landscape of southeastern Washington state as it approaches the Tri-Cities Airport. The Tri-Cities are Pasco (where the airport is), Richland, and Kennewick—where a woman who was my girlfriend when we were in the eighth grade, sixty-seven years ago, lives. Her name is Barbara. Yes, eighth…
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