The Pilot, the Writer—the Reason

I have piloted across the Atlantic, north enough to spot icebergs floating off the coast of Greenland.  What a sight!  What an experience!  What a far place away from home!  I later sat in my London hotel room fumbling with words, searching my vocabulary for language that would adequately capture that scene.  It was a puzzle, but what came of that puzzle was a passion for words and the effect they have on people.  Since then, I have written full-length works of fiction for my son, one anchored as far back as the 14th century.  And though airplanes have rocketed me far from home, I hope my wholesome plots and their twists will soon rocket him farther.  This is the wellspring and reason for my literary adventures.  

​

This website, as narcissistic as it may appear, is really here for much the same reason—an attempt to describe some of the glacial bergs I have discovered along life's way.