The trees have ejected half their foliage, leaving room for the scarlet and red oaks, now coming into full display. There's a new transparency in the woods. It reveals more secrets, and lets in more light.

This is what AI thinks of my writing: "The phrase 'I proceed farther into the corridor's cold indifference' is a powerful line that uses personification to convey a feeling of unease and isolation. It suggests a deeper metaphorical meaning beyond the simple action of walking down a hallway."

Hiking with a camera and journal enables me to capture rousing revelations through patient observation—even beyond the familiar senses: movement of the elements, images of thoughts. This photo is from today's hike—a whole universe revealed in a spider web. coyotescribe.wordpress.com/2025/09/16/w...

I have finally completed Part II of my Novel Research Chronicles—this one about my interaction with Mark Twain during an unplanned side trip to Virginia City. I couldn't have written this blog essay without his assistance from the other side.

The things I stumble upon having nothing to do with my writer's research. This is a US airmail stamp from 1988 (20th Universal Postal Congress). Look familiar? #cybertruck #cybertruckmemes #storytelling #Blog

Wishing everyone a safe and transformative 2025 adventure.

Throwback Christmas, to 2018: Children were waking to presents under the tree—while I in my U-Haul truck drove out of Nashville and headed back to L.A. Happy Holidays everyone! 💚 💙 ❤️

Part of my novel's story takes place on the same Minnesota lake, same year and month as this photograph taken of me strollering my sister—August 1962. My two main characters are not remotely like me, but the setting of their backstory is. :) #storytelling #fiction #storytelling

I took this photo the last time I visited NYC (2019). It's been forty-four years since John Lennon shared his genius with the world.

From the dream weaver to the inner child, Happy Thanksgiving—to all of your selves. ❤

I marvel at some of the architecture in the small town where I'm living for an undetermined duration. This black-and-white house against an Indiana morning sky was striking. I took the photo with an old iPhone 10.

A narrow shaft of light appeared, revealing a see-through window—a million tiny filaments upon a wide screen. Beyond the ring of light was not the filming camera, but the interior of a dark theater, and faces of two children sitting in the front row staring up at her.

Random things I learn when writing fiction: U.S. roads are classified as paved or unpaved. Paved roads are subdivided into low, intermediate, and high classes or types. Novel research also made me a YouTube-watching, classic-auto-sales-perusing aficionado. tinyurl.com/old-cars-poe...