When You Hope it’s Just Water

I live in the Tenderloin District of San Francisco.  You may be surprised by this next statement, but I swear it’s true: In the more-than-thirty-seven years I’ve lived in this general section of San Francisco, I’ve had only a couple of experiences getting hit with substances that are poured or dropped from building windows. Today was one of those times when the unexpected happened.  I was walking home from the grocery store. It wasn’t that bad.  The liquid that hit me didn’t appear to be anything worse than water, and two lovely roses hit the sidewalk.  I yelled something regrettable, … Continue reading When You Hope it’s Just Water

An Aging Writer, Finally Learning the Ropes

Like a lot of people who have blogs, I’m a writer whose primary work is not on the blogsite. I write fiction and nonfiction to upload to Kindle, and then struggle to bring these proverbial needles in a haystack to the attention of people who read books on screens. When I tried to promote my first e-book, a novella titled Petra, I showed exactly how naïve a writer can be.  The book itself had oodles of adult-level observations on the human condition, but when I tried to persuade others to read it I behaved like a teenager who was shocked … Continue reading An Aging Writer, Finally Learning the Ropes