See a Penny? – March 25, 2022

Graphix: spwilcen Usually bump a stone with the toe of my boot, paying more attention to the sky than to the gravel road.  Today, I saw a penny in the dust.  Not a nickel or a quarter.  A penny.  Not a bright brass-brown penny, rather a scuffed nondescript penny patinaed by time to indescribable earthyContinue reading “See a Penny? – March 25, 2022”

Calipers, Blades, and Mallets – February 15, 2022

Graphix: spwilcen Measure the timber often but you’ll not know your measurements are precise until the saw bites wood. Calipers, Blades, and Mallets February 4, 2022Frankly, I Forget August 5, 2021Short and Sweet May 3, 2021

Calipers, Blades, and Mallets – February 4, 2022

Graphix: spwilcen If you insist on speaking in clever riddles expect to be often misunderstood. — Somagun it’s cold here! I’d like to work a bit more on this, but I have an opportunity to go outside to play in the snow. Photo: spwilcen Where’d I leave my snow shovel?

Heat – January 27, 2021

Often when writing, a character sets to arguing with me about where a piece should go.  Best way to handle that is to excuse myself from the story and slam the editor closed on him/her/it1.  After a cup of coffee or glass of iced tea, I extend my break catching up with world news andContinue reading “Heat – January 27, 2021”