"I must be idle."

Welcome to my blog!


When the website moved (July 2019) posts and comments of the previous 10 years could not be imported. However, a small selection of posts from that decade have been copied over.

If you like my stuff, read, comment, subscribe to the blog. You'll find blog posts on a variety of subjects, but since I'm an author it's perhaps not too surprising that there's a fair number of posts about writing, books, and authors. No book reviews, though: they're on my Patreon, along with other bookish posts and more behind-the-scenes posts about my books and characters, as well as large amounts of fiction every month. 

Where the Action Is

I know it’s early days yet, but I have to say that I’m really enjoying being a creator on Patreon. There’s something extremely satisfying about having regular readers. I’m writing (or rewriting) all the time, and producing fiction every month for my audience is just sooooo much better than writing and writing and writing and then years later the book is published and people read it and I’m still writing and writing. There’s an awful disconnect between the author and readers.

About Patreon

Next week my Patreon goes live and there’s still people who don’t know about Patreon, or mistake it for something else. Patreon is generally lumped in with “crowdfunding” in popular media which kind of makes me cringe because the difference between what the Patreon platform enables creators to do and other crowdfunding sites is like comparing day and night. Patreon has this in common with crowdfunding: fans directly pay creators for their work. Which is hardly a revolutionary

The Christmas Cookie Conundrum

As I baked Christmas cookies I pondered why it is that it takes longer to clean up the Huge Mess than it does to create it. It seems like this would violate some law of physics. (The Law of Conservation of…what?) By the time the cookies were baked and the kitchen cleaned I’d come up with a working hypothesis. When the Mess is being created, it’s aided by entropy. The whole house is an entropy engine of such astonishing proportions that I’m surprised it doesn’t spill out and d