Long story short: I've not been able to write as much the last few years with a marriage, a child, a full-time job and a part-time job. I never get to finish any of my series stories, and I would like to give you some quality content.
So... since COVID has dried up my part-time job, why not try something where I can actually afford to dedicate time to writing and finish series stories? Maybe a Patreon?
Thoughts? Ideas? Things you'd like to see? Would you join?
Let me know what you think. Thanks!
A Death You Can't RhymeI didn't feel any trepidation about visiting my half-brother until I got off the Interstate. I had been fine on the flight from New York to Tampa, relaxed at the rental car agency, and even delighted driving downtown by the city skyline. But as I passed by all the eastern suburbs and got off the exit for Ruskin and headed east, I got a feeling way down in my stomach that was either caused by emotion or by cilantro. I hadn't had any of the latter in quite some time.
Motoring through the retirement community of Sun City was pleasant enough, and it still made me feel like I was near to modern civilization. But once I got past that, and then the small town of Wimauma, civilization began thin out in a hurry. I drove on another little while and passed through a town called Fort Lonesome that, as far as I know, only consists of a convenience store and an electrical substation. "There is truth in advertising," I thought to myself.
Not long after that I cross