This Writer’s Life

I live in the Pacific Northwest, and right now the seasons are changing. Winter is a time of short days, long nights, and steady cold rain. But in the spring, the rains ease off and the days begin to warm. This is the time of year when I can sit outside, watch the chickens wander like they own the place, and take in the deer, rabbits, squirrels, chipmunks, and flocks of birds that share the property with me. This year, I decided to add one more group to the mix—I introduced a hive of bees.

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Some stories arrive quickly. Others wait.
This one has been waiting for years.

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I have long been fascinated by history, all the way back into prehistory, including the work of Graham Hancock. We know that humans existed during the Younger Dryas period, but we have no written records from that time, only bones and Clovis point stone tools. However, there are some puzzling structures such as Derinkuyu an underground city and the older Göbekli Tepe.

Controversy recently arose over Pentagon spending on ribeye steaks, lobster tails, Alaskan king crab, and salmon. The budget for those fancy foods was $25 million. Some commentators and social media pundits implied that Secretary of War Pete Hegseth and the Pentagon brass would be eating all of it.

Social media is a marketing necessity for most authors. Over the years, I’ve maintained accounts on many platforms. The ones that worked, I kept. The others, I left behind. For a long time, Facebook was one of the ones that worked. I used it regularly and built a solid following there.

A couple of weeks ago, I tried to log in — and Facebook told me my password was incorrect.

Repeated attempts got me locked out.