I suspect the inspiration for πβπ πΊπππ’πππ€ππππ π»πππππ came from working in the yard and seeing underground animals like prairie dogs and rabbits running around.
Part fiction. Part real. Itβs somewhere in between.Β When someone tells me they write nonfiction, I sometimes reply, βItβs πππ fiction.β I get strange looks, especially from those who have their heads entrenched deeply in what they term as reality
Letβs be upfront and honest: writing is not easy. Sometimes you have the best idea but no time, energy, or creativity to elaborate on it. Sometimes you want to write, but you feel stuck with no good ideas. Well, in these cases and more, ForgeFiction is here to help.
A close friend of mine in his eighties sent me his memoir in manuscript form. I found it fascinating as Iβve known the man thirty-five years. I had suggestions for him on perhaps reshaping it for a larger audience.
Over forty years ago, I embarked on an incredible journey: digging up the roots of my family tree. It whisked me away to such remote places of the world as the quaint hamlet of Porlock on the southwest coast of England, where I found myself among pirates and smugglers. It dragged me through the bloody…
I am going to share with you the reason behind my first novel and subsequent books as well as the important part that music always plays whenever I start writing a novel. Back in 1992, I was 19 years old and still grieving for my first love who had destroyed my life two years before.…
Nero played his fiddle while watching Rome burn, at least that is what I thought. I don’t know where I first heard that or from whom I heard it, but without bothering to check historical facts, I believed it. I thought of him as a monster. But this monster was once a sweet, adorable child…
