Rocket Backwoods of Florida

May 24th, 2017|0 Comments

Florida Space Alien MissileDear Mom,

Guess what this is?

Yep, a rocket ship. I found it in the middle of Florida near a ball field. Who would have thought.

The plaque at the bottom said it was a 1960’s defense missile and carried some crazy warhead. Truth is, it was used for overseas cargo delivery of alien artifacts.

See, the problem was that the space aliens kept stealing our military and technology secretes when we shipped them by cargo ship or jet plane. The solution was easy—a big honking missile delivery system.

Don’t let anyone tell you […]

Fort Foster Rafael Sanchez

May 14th, 2017|0 Comments

Rye Ironstone Fort Foster FloridaDear Mom,

I met Dr. Gael Gale a few months ago. Cool lady!

Passed by this old fort in Florida on my way to the Conch Republic. Met a ghost named Rafael Sanchez. I’ll tell you the story next time we get together. It’s a dozy. Swords fights galore.

Love Rye



Oxford Exchange Book Fair 2017

May 8th, 2017|1 Comment

This past Sunday I stopped by the Oxford Exchange 3rd Annual Book Fair

It was my first trip to the local bookstore, coffee shop, and restaurant situated across the street from the University of Tampa. I had ulterior motives. Ricky Keck from my writers critique group was in attendance as one of the thirty writers representing local talent.

I like book fairs. My wife tells me I’m an introvert, she may be right, but when I get in a room full of writers, my words flow. I want to know about their characters, how […]

Indie Author Melissa Gibbo

November 29th, 2016|Comments Off on Indie Author Melissa Gibbo

Indie Author Melissa Gibbo

Sometimes you just know you want to meet someone. She sat relaxed and preoccupied in the overstuffed chair. Her reflected eyes scanned the room and measured all who passed. I could see stories building—she looked like a writer, her own muse. Her dark suit and Converse high-tops were a perfect mismatch of historical acceptability.

I plopped down in the seat next to her and shuffled a few papers until I could find a way to open the conversation. Is this premeditated? No, well… yes. Besides, she looked […]

Critique group be damned

July 26th, 2016|Comments Off on Critique group be damned

Once again I sit at Village Inn. Cooking grease fills the air. The air conditioner labors to extinguish the summer inferno. Condensation drips from the overhead grill and leaves its dark spots on the carpet. Plots and characters swirl adding their flavor to my plastic room.

Papers and a red pencil rest in front of me. Do I sample the disturbingly perfect onion rings or bend to the editing?

The writers critique group dominates my life. Her soul is my mistress and I hunger for her harshness. We all have this relationship with our mistress. Some laugh along […]