Frank's Rotating Lighted Blog of Considerable Mass

The thing about the net is this -- it keeps everything.   Maybe it's an old photo of you in a schoolgirl outfit and a Richard Nixon mask...

From the looks of things, we're all fairly sick of winter. I am.  As much as I loathe the unrelenting heat and merciless humidity of a...

The Universe is crammed full of natural laws.  Electrons have to behave one way when they're being observed and another way when they...

First of all, I have to design a riverboat. And not just any riverboat.  The Brown River Queen, as she will be called, is to be an opulent...

I'm in the very final stages of hammering the rough draft of The Bonnie Bell into shape for submission to the publisher. The word cou...

It's been a rough few days.  Any story that starts out with the words 'And then there was the car wreck' probably isn't a ch...

As many of you know, I procured a Raven electric guitar last week with the intention of claiming my rightful place in the lofty pantheon of ...

Many of you have asked "Hey Frank, what happened to the old blog?" And when I say many, I mean none.  But nevertheless, I shall ...

I am more than three-fifths done with the first editing pass through the new Markhat novel. Which means I'll probably start my second ...

I live in the Deep South.  Mississippi, specifically, and it doesn't get much deeper South than that. Snow is a rarity here.  Snow tha...