I believe that animals do talk in their own way. That’s been my philosophy for as long as I can remember. Last night I watched Nova on my local PBS station that dealt with that very topic, “Can Dogs Talk?”
Author Archives: Jerry Schellhammer
Transport No. 24
Presently I am walking with my parents to the train depot. There are a large number of us and were told we had to move from the ghetto to make room for others. We were going to a better place, so we were told.
Another Story Completed
Yesterday I finished writing my first draft of my latest new novel and new series, Beyond The Pale, A Pink Diamond Mystery.
I have yet to start the editing process that will take a few weeks, but I feel really good about this, much more so than the last book I did, The Wizard.
The Audio Interview for A Man’s Passion
My fellow, loyal readers, I have great news to share. Kate Delaney’s interview with me is now live.
Funny Thing About Dreams
I have vivid dreams that are wonderfully crazy and odd and silly. Last night was no exception. I can’t recall how many times I saw giants, flying monkeys, or felt like I was falling endlessly when I was a child.
What A Year
My fellow loyal readers, It’s January 1, 2026, and I have to say, what a year it has been. I had my fair share of good, bad, and indifferent times these last twelve months. Of course I prefer the good over the others,
The Art of Communicating
Communication is the key to any relationship even one tattered and torn. I just got off the phone with my separated/soon to be ex-wife. I had recently received a nasty letter from a credit union that has the camper loan on stating that we were three months behind and threatened to take all actions necessary…yada, yada, yada.
AI in the Eye of the Beholder
It is the modern day equivalent to the debate about evolution or creation, Whether the earth is flat or round, or Marxism versus capitalism. Artificial Intelligence is the topic of discussion among us professional writers.
Happy Birthday
It’s Tommy, Master Jerry’s cat. He’s been acting strangely this past couple days telling me it’s my birthday. I’m not sure what that is but he gave me a toy mouse with this wonderful smelling substance that makes me feel so good.
It’s That Time of Year Again
Yes, tis the season for unending Christmas carols played over and over again. At first I don’t mind. I’m even heard singing along with a couple of songs. But, by the end of December I am sick of endless versions of “White Christmas,” “I’ll be Home for Christmas,” “Jingle Bells,” and “Rudolph the Red nosed Rein Deer.”
Jerry Schellhammer 