My non-fiction is generally bespoke work. A detailed outline leads to a writing schedule and work commences.

My fiction work runs by fits and starts, lurching along in a cross sea of waves and currents left over from old storms and presaging bad weather yet to arrive.

And. I’m part of a technomad partnership with no real fixed address.

We drove across the US in September.

We moved our boat from Maryland to South Carolina.

And now, we’re about to take the train back across the US.

Passenger Train Engine
Amtrak Passenger Rail

It’s a remarkable life.

But there doesn’t seem to be enough time to write.

Non-fiction pays well. Perhaps fiction is a distraction?

I don’t think so. It occupies a lot of my mental time. Conversations from The Pit and later books help me while away hours on watch at sea.

I’m sometimes tempted to take up sketching to draw the Red Knight’s crew of squires, rangers, and grooms. It has occurred to me that — in spite of some detailed words about each character — there’s some visual distinctions that can help characterize them in even more detail.

Especially the squire called Farrier who has become more and more of an ass as the years tick by and the story evolves through various drafts.


Non-fiction comes first. A few days on the train may give me some hours to open up my Scrivener documents and see where I left the last draft.