I hereby declare this blog, at long last, open! Open for what? Just about anything. Well, except politics and religion. Seriously. I get enough of that elsewhere. But anything else, I'm up for. Books, of course. It is what I do, after all. But not just writing, although I'll be talking about works in progress, books about to be released, works that are headed for the shredder (and why) and ideas that refuse to leave me alone even though I Don't Have Time. But that's only part of what I want to do here. The rest is up to you.

 Want to talk about writing? Sure. E-books? I'm still learning, but okay. Cover art? I'm good with that. My process? Your process? Go. I'll stack up the weirdness of mine against anybody's!

 But there are ::gasp:: other things in life. (Although there was a time when it didn't seem like it, but that's for another day.) Any knitters out there? You can always lure me out with discussions of yarn, patterns, or that time sink to end all time sinks, Ravelry. So anybody who knows how to get there, or knows the meaning of SABLE, or even knows knit from purl, come on in, get out the sticks and string, and stay a while.

 Dogs. Oh, yes. Love 'em. Tell me what your favorite breed is and why. Your least favorite and why. The best—or worst—dog you ever owned. I'm a 'big dog' fan, but as my sweet Lab got older and older, I started to appreciate the idea of a dog I can actually pick up when I have to. If there's another—and she'll be an incredibly hard act to follow—I'm thinking maybe 45 pounds, max.

 Got camera? I'm a photography hobbyist who is blessed to live in one of the most photogenic places in the world. Populated with an incredible array of plant and wildlife. Saving up for a big digital Canon that will use all my old film lenses. Maybe next decade.

 Classic cars. Yeah, I'm there. That red beauty in the picture on this site is really mine. And WWII history is a passion of mine, too. I was too young for the first, not even born for the second. Sometimes I think I was born way too late. Or reincarnated too early. Something.

 All these are fair game. Any questions, ask. You can always ask. I may decline to answer, but you can always ask. And should, because if you don't ask, I'll be forced to bloviate all over the place. Not a sight you want to see.