Spring will come again, people say. Yet I am heartsick. Nothing will happen when spring comes; That child will not come again. Nakahara Chuuya, “Spring Will Come Again” Note: the poem was written after the death of Chuuya’s first son, Fumiya, in November 1936
From a loving mother to her MVP. I miss you, baby. Dedicated to Michael Vincent Pugh, November 21, 2012-September 25, 2019. He is dead and gone lady. He is dead and gone. At his head a grass green turf. At his heels a stone --- William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 5 Before sunset, they … Continue reading Before, After, Before
Please note, most of the opinions of English legal practice are those of the writer, Mr. White. I do not agree with many of them, but it was easier to write it this way. My comments and emphases are in italics. For my current story, I was looking for information on UK trial procedure, especially … Continue reading Oh my lord…
You know you're a history fiction writer when: You're ecstatic to find out "sniffling" is from the 17th c. and "squib" was old enough for the book you're writing! Sorry about the long gap since last post. Where has the year gone?
I finally got to go to my first book fair at the local library. It was fairly busy, and I got to talk about my book at my table and in front of the group. My daughter came with me to provide help and moral support. She was very patient, all things considered. Her are … Continue reading My First Book Fair
I’m writing a story set in Switzerland and have been looking into rules and customs to make it more accurate. I just came on some interesting facts. Firstly, if you think this country is full of state's-prerogative people, we don't hold a candle to the cantons of Switzerland. A relatively small country (around 7.9 million), … Continue reading Swiss Gun Laws as I Understand Them.
I recently had an epiphany. 1> I’m definitely getting older, and 2> being a parent really restricts your enjoyment of popular music. You start to see stalkers where you once saw admirers. You see pushy potential abusers where you once saw ardent and determined wooers. Here's an example of what I mean: I was listening … Continue reading One of those, “you know you’re getting old when…” moments.
I'm sorry I've been incommunicado recently. Summer is a busy time in the Pugh household, with the children at home all day. But I'm back at it, and hoping to get another book out this Fall or Winter. Anyway, I'm currently working on two new books (including trying my hand at SF Romance) and a … Continue reading Things that strike you as funny…
For the first time in probably a year, I bought a physical book - a real paperback. I purchased the book at a real bookstore, which I haven't been to in even longer. My more recent real-book purchases have been at displays at grocery stores and Walmart. I missed physical books terribly. They feel solid … Continue reading A Meeting with an Old Friend
Even at my age, I have dreams about missing school deadlines. I’m sure a psychiatrist would say I’m feeling that things are out of control, or there are other deadlines I’m stressing about. She’d probably be right. However, sometimes they are a godsend. The other night, I had a dream about an unfinished school project. … Continue reading Sometimes the Writing Comes to You