Coming Soon, Starting Now

The time is nigh for doing more regular updates to my blog. What follows is some fictionalized non-fiction reminiscences from my past lives. I’ve divided these things into the categories of Rants and Memoir. Most can be both.

Also, check my SHORTS (page) now for entirely new short stories of Tales of Life in Deathe.

Sad End of an Era

Interesting developments deep in the U.P.: the end of a lease agreement for people who have had camps on the Ontonagon Rive in the Ottowa National Forest. Now that the 25 year lease is up they have to abandon their camps and walk away. Still hurts, even though they knew it was coming.

Music and Muses

I enjoy good music on some good headphones while I write. Especially when I write in a public space, like at one of our Peninsula Writers weekend retreats. Earbuds just aren’t sufficient to dissuade interruptions by fellow writers who are more sociable than I am. One of my recent discoveries is an American band with an international flavor, Pink Martini. Smooth and delightful. I’m building up a suite of their albums. Or CDs. Or downloads, as the case may be. I was recently thrilled to find I could tune in a Pink Martini channel on my phone with Google Music– even more thrilled to find I can stream it on my 1.5mbs “high speed” wifi.

But my pick for theme music for Tales of Life in Deathe would be Joe Satriani’s The Forgotten, Parts 1 and 2: Continue reading

A Little Shameless Self Promotion


I’ll just post these covers while I’ll taking a break from blogging to do other things far more boring and stupid. I’ll just mention that I was presented with two electrical problems this week, and it took me most of the morning to fix the third one. Huh? Obviously, somebody can’t count. Or do I sense a conspiracy of some sort? Click on the title tabs at the top of the page to learn more about Life in Deathe.


Call Me Wish Male

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off- then, I account it high time to get to the U.P. as soon as I can.

With apologies to Herman Melville


(Coincidentally, I bought up the rear of the shortest funeral procession I’ve ever seen this week. A minivan hearse, a six-door Cadillac XTS limo, and a four-door DTS limo. And me. But I wasn’t invited. And I didn’t care, when they pulled into a rather shabby suburban neighborhood. Who knows, maybe this a new high school prom thing?)

Mark Wolfgang Signs Books at Bestsellers and the Internet Loses Its Mind!

Do you hate these click-bait headlines as much as I do? I mean seriously, the Internet lost its mind a couple decades ago. It’s become paranoid and schizophrenic, it’s manic-depressive, and it should probably be institutionalized and heavily medicated. (We can probably all agree it’s heavily medicated already, but not in a good way.) If you’re clicking on headlines like this, you already know that. And let’s be honest, we’ve all clicked on these headlines. The pain in this is that– and we do all know this— we’re going to have to click through about twenty nearly identical screens of random worthless high-pressure advertising before we get to the nugget of the headline, if it even exists.

Okay, I admit it, if I see a headline like Jennifer Aniston Hits the Beach in a String Bikini and the Internet Loses Its Mind, I am damned well gonna click on it. I admit it, it’s a weakness I share with the Internet. Even though I know– I know!— there’s not going to be any gold at the end of that particular rainbow. I can usually resist and close out after only a dozen or so screens of miscellaneous dead-end nonsense.

Nevertheless, I did sign books at Bestsellers Books and Coffee Co. last evening, April 15 (traditional tax day), 2016, and I like to think a good time was had by all. Sales were brisk. Friends and family came in swarms, at least for the first hour, when it was a total zoo and I, pen in hand, blanked out on the names of only a handful of people I’ve known for years. You had to be there. And if you weren’t, I’m sorry, I missed you… what’s your name again? The second hour everything calmed down and I actually got to visit with people. Life is good.

Thank you to all who made it. It is heart-warming and gratifying to have so many friends out there who are kind enough– or foolish enough– to encourage my imagination and semi-dedicated, hard(ish) work. And even for those who didn’t make it, I hope to give you a fresh opportunity, hopefully early next year, when Deathe Warmed Over may or may not hit the shelves… and the Internet. We can’t forget the Internet. We all know it has no mercy.

In the meantime, feel free to rummage around in the rest of my website here. Suggestions welcome. But please be nice– the Internet is watching.