The Insomniac Writer

                Tina thought it best to bury her sister in the apple orchard she had cherished so much in life. She found a spot of grass between two of the larger Ruby Jons and used her father’s pickaxe to break up the soil. It was cool out but pleasant, and in spite of her dire [...]

Sip me
like a Sauvignon.
Take your precious time.
Swish me round
your luscious tongue,
my sommelier sublime.
Pour me
for the commonwealth.
Issue my reserve.
Make a toast
to verbal health,
that vintage seldom served.

Yeah, I know I’m still behind. As always, the writing is getting done each day, I just don’t always get it posted. That’s okay, though, because there are some things that I would rather keep to myself for now. So, here’s the writing for Feb. 8th. I’ll skip the 9th and post the 10th (and [...]

Double post today since I’ve been behind. Hope you enjoy.
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                Chase absentmindedly stirred his coffee while his business partner, Robin Lake, struggled to wind down a business call. Of the fifty or so patrons enjoying brunch at La Duni, only Robin subjected other diners to her phone call. Chase could feel their eyes on him, [...]

Hey folks,
 I promise you that I have NOT been slacking. I’ve made time for my writing every day, but I’ve been a bit slow with posting a few days. I assure you, though, I’m still cranking out some new stuff, while also giving thought to some of the changes The Write Crowd will be going [...]