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The Fire Next Time
One of the best, and most blatantly direct writers of the 21st century, James Baldwin interpreted this line to mean that if we fail to solve the issue of racial inequality, we (or God) will bring a destructive fire upon our civilization. The current swarms of fires up-down the west coast suggest the time is now.
Envy is the Source of All Evil
I've written about envy several times in the past. I selected one I wrote four years ago because it showcases some phrases from Aussie slang that I cherish. https://www.pjcolando.com/2016/02/ While some say the love of money is the source of all evil, in my earthly...
Never Fear – Support is Here!
Insecure Welcome to the Insecure Writers Support Blog Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for...
Herding a Novel through Quarantine: Part Two
How to achieve the best cover illustration for your next novel via Damonza and 99designs, two web-based illustration firms which have earned many awards, and have been used by PJC –
I AM… a Quarantine Survivor
ALL proceeds from the sale of this book will be donated to Second Harvest, a food bank in Irvine, my home town, which is networked with other food banks across our troubled nation. During crises, all of us find a way to survive. That’s what humans are programmed to...
Facebook Live and Zoom inBloom
Examples of how Zoom, a social tool of COVID-culture, has connected us to the world in educational, information, and interactive ways. The fabric of society salvaged by technology. Praise!
Life as a Miracle: A Trio of Traffic-Colliding Events
The sad-but-true tale of tripled traffic on a southern California freeway, with a lost reward at the end… Oh, recompense!
Herding a Novel through COVID – Part One: The NY Agents
to NY Agent or not to NY Agent – the story of how I became my own book shepherd
Preview of The Jailbird’s Jackpot
Amy’s entrance in Traverse City, site of Travis’ bar, was not as quiet as she’d intended. The brakes of the truck in which she’d hitchhiked, screeched and its exhaust belched to foul the air. She felt like Sousa’s Band had announced her arrival.
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