For nearly 20 years, I have helped graduate students edit essays, research papers, dissertations, and other graduate-level papers. Some papers only need basic proofreading to correct spelling errors, grammar errors, punctuation errors, and problems with word choice. Other papers need help with APA format, reference lists, and citations. However, most papers need substantial revising.

The most common problem I have found when editing graduate papers is the lack of…

There was a cammanding "no" in her yell

a time stopping response to a silent threat

A quiet pressure against her body

she so loudly disagrees with

The words keep echoing

words only she can hear

Things that freighten her

things that force her

A mere line that can blanken her eyes

and see things that don't exist

Kicking and wailing

"No"  still ringing from her lips

Its been a long…

   If there be a classification for expose` I would epitomize this Genre.

  This exposing is of ourselves, who we are and our actions , the decisions

  to engage in games of delight and high adventure to shear stupidity.

  Who am I ? I am a kook , that strange eccentic whom most would pass

  off as " He is a nut but harmless ". Some would brand me as a type of

  Psychic . But I have developed an ability to just know things and a

 …

Hello fellow delvers into the world of publishing! Authors, editors, illustrators, publishers, all of us must be just a touch insane part of the time. Myself, I started doing short stories and bad show knock-offs at the tender aged of 13 or so ("Man From Uncle" if that ages me) and science fiction short stories. Late rin life at about age 30 or so I actually published a couple of short stories in a regional called "Genre' Sampler" and then started doing technical articles, first in nuclear…

Guest posting on blogs is a wonderful way to draw attention to yourself, your writing and your book(s).

Strangely, I find some authors are quite reticent about guest blogging. What? Lovers of the craft not wanting to write? I was intrigued. When I dug deeper to find out why, again and again I heard the same reasons:

• I don't have the time.
• I don't know what to write about.
• I'm scared I'll be rejected.
• I don't know how to approach a blog…

After losing my first wife to cancer the world seemed to be an alien place. The couples we knew now longer were available, the places we used to go were now off limits for my heart, and the things we shared no longer seemed important.

One day, I decided to go back to something I used to do many years ago. Write!

Since 1999 I have written close to 400 short stories and poems, been involved with couple of small newspapers, and have published seven 3-5 year old…

My son had to display books and make a poster of his favorite Author, so he wrote about me. He was so proud when I entered the room. Being a Children's Author has more rewards when I can relate to my children and they are proud of me.

ABOUT ROBBY THE…

Well here are pics of my characters:

This is Ash, a x-blackblood. Boy.

This is Blaze, Flare's older brother.…

My third book was inspired to me by Warriors. Both books, mine and Erin Hunter's, are about feral cats. I based my story on basically 2 decade spilt from where I'm writing and where they left off. Here it is:

ALLEGIANCES

SKYCLAN

LEADER:                  Moonstar- silver tom with brown eyes; father of 5 kits.

DEPUTY:                  Mistyfur- pale silver she-cat with…

My second book is one straight from my imagination. IT is also the only book with a name, Flare's Story. It is about wolves. Here it is:

CHAPTER  1

          I was born a week ago into my family. My twin brother, Flame, is right next to me. It is night. I wake Flame up. I point towards the opening of the den. Flame stands up. We walk outside trying not to wake my family of fifteen. I walk by Peanut. He was the runt of his litter. He coughs as I walk…

Well, here is my first book so far. I was inspired to write it after reading The Hunger Games. Although, I do not have a name for it yet. Here it is:

             As soon as I walk out of school, I noticed it was cool and moist. I look up, the sky is gray. It probably won’t rain but if it does it will be a mist. On my way home I decide it will be good enough weather to hunt. While hunting I see my friend, Kiko.

            “Hey there Lu…” Kiko begins to say,…

  My Dearest Sister had the advantageous opportunity to meet the ubiquitous Mr. Tim Dorsey while he was chained to a table in a Florida library, near Melbourn, forcibly stumping his latest book. I love Dorsey's work, so my sister had him autograph a copy for me.

She also asked him if he would be willing to look at some of my work and she got "the hand", or as as she said "a duhh moment". Poor guy, he must not need to self-promote anymore.  He was there to be there, agent jangling keys…

Hey, alll!

I've been away for a bit, again. Cutting wood and so such daily can to keep the proverbial home fires burning can be a snag in the creative process, some days.

   I posted a comment about utilizing public libraries as a source of exposure. Thus far, I find myself astonished at how word of mouth can really help promote one's work. To reiterate, I now have copies of my latest, Free Clinic, in five libraries across the country.

   Try it. It works. Get to know your…

you the voice inside my head,

the voice inside my heart,

the wings to lift me up when i'm feeling down,

your the music in my head,when i'm alone in my bed,

now you are the rain,while i'm dancing and i'm singing and i'm feeling

what your bringing,

now i'm falling and your catching and your holding me so closely,

can you feel my heart beating now,oh oh baby

can you feel my heart beating now,can you feel it

can you feel my heart…

The Reunion

I have never imagined a piece of straw like me would have a friend like Nonoy. He is the youngest among the four children and the last one of three who was inflicted of the deadly Dengue Fever that has threatened the lives of many.

“WitchyWitchy”, Nonoy would call me, as I am the witch-like creature on Nonoy’s glass that usually stands on the side cupboard,…

What It Was Like

It all started one Monday afternoon

Our happiness ended so soon, so soon.

In marched the Swastikas, how evil they are

Their colors like blood on the bright evening star.

Red and black, white and red,

Not caring at all for the names of the dead.

I’ve watched my family crumple to the floor,

Dead with no…

Of a sudden the sky erupts in a dancing cauldron of color. From one bent circular horizon to the other, the sky engulfs the stunned and lonely man at the edge in a radius of painted light. Lavender lime tinted and glowing to a chrome lemony haze, running to cantaloupe coral and blazing salmon and peach with a tincture of radiant apricot orange, swirling here and there to inky indigo, then thrusting upward to beads and buttons of sapphire and teal and plunging to small jade windows of royal…