Stephen Metcalfe

Time it was.  And what a time it was.  It was a time of innocence. The words are from the song, Bookends, written by Paul Simon in 1968.  And they lead me to wonder of late, have we, as human beings, ever truly had a time of innocence?  A time when we felt free of…

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It’s been about four months now since my novel, Attachment Patterns, was released by the publishers.  Okay, four months and thirteen days, 23 – no, wait, 24 minutes and who knows how many seconds. But hey, who’s counting?  How’s the book doing, how many copies have been sold in the last four months, you ask? …

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Newsflash.  Amazon has now limited the number of books an author can self-publish on its Kindle website to three a day.  Their concern is that some authors are using Ai services to generate manuscripts and then they’re posting them on Amazon to sell.  Well, thank goodness these “authors” and their Ai buddies are limited to three a…

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My lovely wife is now walking dogs with me.   We rise.  We get the chip off the old block son and the beautiful daughter off to school which is like dragging burros out of a barn and now, because the wife feels that Juneau, the canine jet pack, and Mully, the canine garbage disposal, also…

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                               Well, here it is.  Yes.  Cover #3 newly edited by the publishers for my novel Attachment Patterns.  It should be noted that cover #1 was described in an otherwise positive review as “the worst book cover in the history of mankind”.  The publishers took this to heart and immediately insisted on some changes —…

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Is it an improvement?  I think a little bit.  I’d still like to see some breaks in the frame itself.  It would suggest broken, not yet repaired, relationships.  Thoughts welcome.  By the way, the novel has gotten some good reviews on Amazon.  I’ve posted some of the below.  I’m grateful for them – thank you!…

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Written for Racquet Magazine – NYC – 1981 It was situated on a bluff that overlooked a lake surrounded by small cottages. It was quiet there, often deserted. The pine trees, Maine pine trees, as tall and proud as redwoods, formed a windscreen all around it and gave it a natural backdrop of green. It…

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