Month: March 2018

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 2.9 – Fact and Fiction

“Yar!” Lucas screamed. I caught his gist. “Is that wher da gol’ doobloons lie!” Graham was surprisingly nonplussed given his recent raving. “Well, the city this leads to was reputed to have been built from gold.” “The old Eldorado gag…” Chuck snorted derisively. “Fact and…

Drowning Jones

I threw him into the Thames. This dream followed the outline of several others occurring some years apart. Sort of English themed, in an industrial setting, seeming to be round 1860’s. Could be cause of all the Doyle I’ve read over the years or…

A Good Sign?

The video below comes from ‘The Knife Media’ which seems to be taking a step in the right direction. They use a fairly good grasp of logical fallacies to point out the misleading tactics of big media companies and influential personalities. Their journalistic chops…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 2.8 – Itinerary

Graham stopped the recording here and returned to his seat. We were all waiting for some kind of explanation. It never came. “Uh…Hoyt? What was that about?” “Well, isn’t it obvious!” Graham snapped. “No.” I said wryly. “We have to go to Brazil!” He…

Pineapple Time – Idea Medley – Why Write and More (Vlog)

Just another mish-mash of ideas in vlog form that I’ll just refer to as Idea Medley. Today we’ll be talking about pineapples, gut and performance, and reasons for writing, among other things. Links fractaljournal.com is my main site where you’ll find stories, essays, webcomics, and…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 2.7 – Meeting 211

It was kind of funny. He just stood there holding the record. “Uh, what’s up there Hoyt?” Wordlessly, he traversed the floor to the record player he’d set up when he’d moved in. He put the record on. With his finger still on the…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 2.6 – Dee

I don’t think that I’ll ever truly believe it. Believe anything that happened in the coming years, but I think this was where I touched the cusp of something bordering on faith. There was nothing. Nothing in what we were doing, aside from the…