Edenville Landing Amidst life and death issues echoing those of the Old Testament, a young writer experiences love and loss. On his way to his new Writer in Residence position in a youth arts academy, Richard Thomas stops for a brief visit with his grandfather, Phylo, who is in a…

It’s special to be spending this day in my new home near Philadelphia, the birthplace of my/our country’s independence.

and How I got that way I write every morning. Almost. Sometimes circumstances make it difficult. For example, this weekend I was in a small rental on the Jersey shore with my son’s family to watch my grandson play in a beach-soccer tournament. An early bird, I squeezed in a…

Look! “Grandpa-It’s-Never-Too-Late-Richard” just got another shipment of his latest book, Fancher’s Balls.

What are you reading? In my last two postings I have discussed an issue that has been on my mind since I was recently asked this question: Who is your target reader? Or this variation: What is your target audience? I have gained some clarity on the matter through discussions with other writers, writing…

My Hobby or My Business? I recently signed up for an expensive course in book marketing, for which I have neither the skill nor the inclination. I would rather just write, which is something in which I do indeed find pleasure, and leave the marketing to someone else. Back in my days as a consultant, when I would spend any time in an accounting department, I always felt grateful that somebody wanted to do that kind of work so I wouldn’t have to.

Some of my favorite independent and small press authors (including some brand new to me) of literary fiction and creative nonfiction.

The play’s the thing. But I need your help! “A Well Regulated Militia” is my first attempt at writing a play. Loosely based on true events, it tells the story of the plot by a group of domestic terrorists to kidnap and hang a governor. Now that it’s finished, though, I’m not sure where to go with it. I…

Grandson, Owen when he was about 3 years old. When it comes to mothers, I am a lucky man, three times over. First, my patient and loving mother, Hazel. I just went through an old family album and found everybody’s photo except one of her. Enough said because it captures the whole life story of the most selfless person I have ever known.