If I’m bringing you along for the ride then I should at least start at the birth of the Robin Randle Stories. At the time I was struggling, to put it lightly, with delayed onset Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The personal particulars aren’t important but what is important is the fact that PTSD is an indescribable thing. I can’t come up with the words that would impart to you the full scope of what it is like to be trapped inside yourself not knowing who the hell you are anymore. At the time I was working on a project I call Mercy Lake. I still want to develop that story but what happened was Robin Randle. She was supposed to be a waitress at a diner in the town of Mercy Lake. I didn’t feel she was going to become a major character in the story but I was having a hell of a time defining who she was at all.
I’m not the blogger in my family. My wife Patti is very good at the blogging thing. She writes relevant pieces that relate to everyday life. Things about family, relationships, love, fear, you get the picture. Here’s the LINK. She also has a website you can find HERE.
What a week this has been. Thanksgiving is already done and its only the 23rd of November. Patti and I were in Chicago over the weekend to see our daughter who lives up there. The day before we came home, we realized Thanksgiving was this week! We both thought it was next week. After a […]
Historically I have been an early adopter of new technology. Especially computer and game console technology. I have owned more computers that I care to recount. Almost all of those have gone by the wayside except the Mac and Microsoft driven computers which we used to call IBM clones. My first Apple computer was an […]
When I think of the word ghost, I usually think, scary story. Like the around the campfire at a campout kind of story.