When I started writing, it was strictly for fun. A handful of short fiction pieces, none of which went anywhere. Later, I wrote a few local ...

I don't post much on Facebook, X, or other social media platforms these days. The whole submerging in a cesspool thing got o...

S tories pervade our lives; we are as much creatures of story as we are creatures with a wonderful adaptive thumbs and large, ama...

I found this article today: https://katemckean.substack.com/p/behind-the-publishing-curtain I disagree.  I'm going to call it "inap...

I'm basically a humble person, due to experience. Maybe too much so. Some might say not enough. I believe ego is too often misused. So, ...

A little breathing space. I hoped for it for years. Decades. But all we got was darkness and the ugliness of perfectly legal greed.  Yes, we...

I'm sixty years old. I'm not rich or famous or even what most consider to be educated. What I am is, simply said, a nobody. I dabble...

After I was discovered quietly running general maintenance and check on a mostly-defunct (and unhappy-making, thanks to those pr...

Hello there, dear reader. I apologize for abandoning my books and blogs, social media and email contact having shrunk to the bare minimum.  ...

Hello there, dear reader. I've missed you. Quite a lot. There are reasons, and not even one excuse. I'm officially disabled. It'...

Life has been difficult for us for most of the last decade. We're starting to see a glimmer of daylight, and yet old habits die hard. We...

Another writer's prompt. 😳 (Image from unknown source. Accreditation welcome!) ... Every day at the lighthouse fell into a ...

I did a writing prompt yesterday, liking the results more than I'd thought I would . I'll paste the results below, along...

Yesterday, a steamy "summer" day, albeit scented with the heavy, seductive odor of honeysuckle. Today, the miasma of spring is aga...

The scent of honeysuckle and wild roses, of the green and growing seeds summer will one day call its own, the flicker of songbir...

Into every life a little rain must fall. In that microcosm of fluidity, it's difficult to see the naturally occurring rainbo...

Look there. Do you see the place you called home? There are things in it, the little comforts and comforting items laden with memories. The ...

This is just a brief update. I'll pay for it later, no doubt.  I'm using two fingers on my right hand to type, my left thumb, index ...

  This has been a difficult year for many people. For some, it's been a difficult decade. That's where I am. It's the reason my ...

Fiction or nonfiction. I enjoy writing in a variety of genres, just as I enjoy a variety of visual art mediums. Find me on Twitter... @_RLMT...