My fellow, loyal readers, I have great news to share. Kate Delaney’s interview with me is now live.
Tag Archives: Writing
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,
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.”
Why I’m Thankful
Last year it was about Bob and his moment. As you all know, I’m a recovering alcoholic. I celebrated twenty three years of sobriety on November 21st. That was the day I drank my last alcoholic beverage, smoked or took any drugs.
It’s A Gas
I filled my tank today at the local self-service station near the casino that I work at. As I filled the tank I noticed warning signs telling us morons how to safely fill a fuel can.
Global Book Network – Jerry P Schellhammer, author of I, Albert Peabody
Loyal readers, here is the interview I told you about earlier last month.
Global Book Network – Jerry P Schellhammer, author of I, Albert Peabody
11-11-11
The eleventh hours of the eleventh day of the eleventh month Private Doug Clark wasted away in an endless trench on the Western Front; a wasteland of craters, mud and tree trunks splintered by bombs and howitzer shells.