historical fiction writer, amateur photographer, retired computer guru and math geek
There is little room for women in a World War II novel. But to Tadashi, there is only one woman who matters anyway: his wife, Sachiko. Most marriages in early twentieth-century Japan were "arranged"; Tadashi's was no exception, and he feels honored by the gods when he realizes how much he loves her. Sachiko is … Continue reading The Woman of “War Sonnets”
It's all about perspective.
I'm always reading. Usually two books at a time: one for reading during the day, another for bedtime reading. So I decided that this year (you could call it my New Year's Resolution), I'm going to keep track of what I read. (the first two were started in December, but finished in 2022 so, hey, … Continue reading New Years Resolution?
My fiftieth high school reunion was held in August of last year. At first I wasn't sure I'd go--I'd been to all the previous reunions: five, ten, twenty, thirty, forty--were there others? I even organized the first few before handing over the reins to our class president. But this time, I thought--what's the difference? I … Continue reading Fifty Years… Really?
When I last wrote about my War Sonnets characters, I had no idea I'd be adding a bunch more. Major changes took place in my most recent draft (Draft Three), the largest of which is the expansion of Tadashi's story to include more depth, more chapters and more characters. Let me introduce Tadashi's latest comrades: … Continue reading Meet the Men of “War Sonnets,” Part Three
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"Death is my beat." ~ Jack McEvoy, in "The Poet," by Michael Connelly
A few weeks ago, I wrote about the poems in my novel, War Sonnets. Today "The Poetry of War Sonnets" becomes a series. Sonnets and haikus introduce certain scenes in Leo's and Tadashi's stories. Every few weeks I'll post one or two of them with a brief summary of the scene it precedes. You'll get … Continue reading The Poetry of War Sonnets
There's something that happens to many of us as we grow older. We gain a sense of self. By that I mean we at last understand and accept that we are who we are. We stop worrying about what others think, whether we should do something or not because it's "expected" or "what everyone else … Continue reading Observations of an Old Fogey
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