She sat in her large luxurious champagne-colored van in the hotel parking lot, eye-level with me standing outside. An unlikelier ride I could not have imagined. I had expected her fastback Mustang. Glossy copper hair in a short bob, her glistening blue-green eyes brimmed with emotion. Goodbyes always are difficult. …

Thank you for letting me know there's a TV series on this. I never found the original novel but really enjoyed the movie. And how it handled time travel questions. I've struggled with those for sixty years. I started writing a time travel novel in 1963 and never have quite…

Work in progress, copyright WRBJr. Living Trust CHAPTER NINE DAY TWO, Pennsylvania, 6 am Eastern Daylight Time Hugh Poindexter managed little sleep that night. Given Tory’s work absences, the empty bed was not unusual — but this time she wasn’t working. She was gone. …

Mildred Fenton thought my son was cute as the dickens in his little yellow rain boots, and hunkered right down on the wet ground outside her cabin to tell him so. He was just past two that year and still navigated with the rolling walk of a sailor just on…

All the contemporary blather about “red flag” laws aimed at firearms ownership has me musing how much nasty mischief unethical authorities can cause under “color of law” when such laws are in force. Oddly enough, the connection occurred to me watching an Australian detective movie about a powerful man getting…

Chapter Four The storm broke that night. I built a hot fire in the fireplace with some of Petoskey’s Wingate Seam coal, spread a blanket in front of it and played with my son. He had a string of those multi-colored egg-size pull-apart beads and some old fashioned wooden alphabet…

Got a strange cell-phone text from my old pal and erstwhile publisher: describe the alines in “Sleeping Planet.” Alines? WTF? When I asked clarification I learned Apple spell check had turned aliens into alines. Go figure. The request got me browsing the first novel I ever published, 1964, in ANALOG…

A while since I put up a chapter, so here’s another Chapter Three I got my son cleaned up and dry and powdered his butt with Johnson’s baby powder, just like my mother and grandmother did for me. Then I warmed his bottle and slipped in a teaspoon of Hershey’s…

In the all-too-brief sleep between pee awakenings We hit it off right away. This was in a small café near the state capital where she was sitting with three others at a table and I was at the counter. It was the end of a long hard day in Bureaucrat…