The Sparrow's Nest

"Embers" is due out this year, not sure when, but start checking back for updates around July! It would be great if it could appear on July 4th, because that was when I was supposed to be born. Instead, I was born on July 1st, because the night before, my mom hit a dog on the road. She freaked out so bad that she went into labor. So, people, a dog gave its life so I could be born on July 1st. Maybe that's why dogs gyrate towards me. I went to visit my friend, who owns one of those annoying rat dogs. It raced into the room, jumped on my knee, and started barking at everybody, even at its owner. I used to visit another lady, who's now dead, and her dog always hopped in my lap and went to sleep. It snapped at everybody else. Someone had a whole theater inside his basement, so me and a bunch of other people went there to see "The Watcher In The Woods." I'd never seen it before. The guy owned a big, beautiful Golden Retriever. Everybody ra

2019 was pretty awful in many ways. Three of my family members nearly died, and this year there's Covid-19, and everything that goes along with it. Writers have been saying they can't sit down and write, even when they have nothing else to do but write. A friend of mine had congratulated me on continuing to write when most people would have quit under such circumstances. I told her it was writing that kept me going. This being said, I left out something very important. It is the One who gave me writing which keeps me going. It is He who gifts me with my muse so I can cope. My own muse turned off last week during my free promotion campaign for "Pariahs." This weekend, I watched General Conference for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. The Spirit was powerful, beautiful and comforting. The whole world sang and I could feel it. The blocks in my mind lifted and a thousand ideas and solutions flowed into my brain. It is my Heavenly Father who