I am not a writer, neither Atwood nor Tolstoy are relatives. Don’t expect literature, maybe leanings towards P. K. Dick. My writings are for my amusement, but some may be of interest for others. Grit your teeth, dull your pencil and read on.
In the mid-1980’s, my girlfriend of the time and I were transient crew on sailboat deliveries. This memoir is based on my journals.
The picture is some crew gathering on the boat we were delivering, I am the one with a beard, girlfriend beside.
Into the Fold – A speculative short story about time and space.
Infinte Monkey Business – A short story of what is not impossible, merely incredibly improbable.
The Smile – A musing on how easily we can ignore the obvious.