Here’s a little ponder about the craft of writing sex scenes. It could just as accurately be titled Writing Poetic Sex.
Once upon a time, I guess like a lot of writers, I found writing sex scenes embarrassing. 646 more words
In Memoriam: Thomas Forsberg (1966-2004).
Hello dear reader! Missed me? :-D As promised in 2016, I keep Digging Met(al)aphor up and running, making random appearances here and now. 2,046 more words
The two scrawny elementary-aged kids kept staring at me as I stickhandled the ball and snapped it into the various corners of the hockey net. None of my buddies had been able to make it for a dek hockey game that day, so I had driven up to one of the local deks to work on my shot alone. 628 more words