Archives for February 2013

The Search For A Post, A Blogger’s Tale

fairytaleOnce Upon A Time… there was a girl who wrote a blog.  Although it was not all she wrote, and although she did indeed have other tasks to perform, the blog did demand that she doth update it regularly.

“Dance, little writer!  Dance!”  it would yell as it cracked a whip over her head.

And she did dance.

“Scurry, little writer!  Scurry!”

And lo, she scurried.

“Write, little writer!  Write!”

And verily, she did write blog posts and keep the blog updated regularly.  And the blog, it was pleased.

Single, Working, Writer

computerwithcatI am single.

I work.

I write.

Ergo – I have no time.

I love writing, I have to work, and I’m actually quite happy to be single, to tell you the truth.  But they each do tend to produce their own difficulties.  And managing them all together can be somewhat…challenging.

Here’s the thing – if you’re single and live alone, everything that needs to be done has to be done by, well, you.  I mean, I can tell the cats to take out the trash or do the dishes, but they don’t cooperate very well.  Yes, I know I need to put my writing first, but honestly I also need clean underwear.  And I can only live in so much filth before I feel compelled to do something about it.

Ode To A Stink Bug



Here the Palatial Horvath Estate, we’ve entered the season no one ever talks about – The Invasion Of The Stink Bug season. Earlier today as I was sitting and listening to the latest batch of my insect companions buzz around, I was moved to write some poetry (of course). And thus I am proud to present…



Ode To A Stink Bug


O Stink Bug, O Stink Bug
High up on the wall,
How can you walk
Upside down and not fall?


focusI’m usually pretty good about coming up with goals.  I can shower you with goals.  I can smother you with goals.  I can write a sonata of goals.

But keeping my focus long enough to actually achieve goals?  Well…let’s not get crazy here.

If I’m in the happy and unusual situation where I can maintain a stable environment, I can usually maintain focus too.  Unfortunately I live in the real world.  And the real world pulls me hither and yon and sometimes rips me asunder.  Then I tend to wander from one urgent task to the next until a week later I look back and realize I’ve accomplished nothing as far as my goals are concerned.

Thou, Which Art But Air (fantasy short story)

I thought I would share another short story with you today.  This one’s a fantasy (I guess) and it originally appeared in Potpourri Magazine back in 1993 (although I’ve reworked it a bit since then).

Click either the image or the link to read.  I hope you enjoy it!




Thou, Which Art But Air


PS – If you like, please check out my updated short story page.  I’ve changed things up so I won’t be using .pdf files anymore, and I like the way it’s turning out so far.  More stories to come!  🙂

What If There’s No Need To Add?

butterfly1In my day job, I work with universes of people who have been run up against statistical models.  That’s just a fancy way of saying that we take big groups of people and try to figure out who among them are more likely to buy our products.  Don’t worry – I’m not going to talk about statistics.  Statistics makes my head hurt.

What I do want to say is this – when I am working with an entire universe of people, I can’t add to the group.  There aren’t any more to add because I’m already working with one hundred percent.