Phineas Caswell – John D Reinhart

Chipping Away at Perfection

Yvon Chouinard, the mastermind behind the Patagonia clothing company, used to quote somebody even more famous, but I forget who. I don’t suppose that’s the point…

The Thing is, You Gotta Branch Out

I keep asking myself “what in heaven’s name are you doing?” To be honest, I haven’t a clue. But this much I know…

Surfin’ the Briny Blue

So, I’ve been on a strange odyssey, searching the world for pirate clothes. Yep. Clothes for pirates. But not for me.

Scupper Me Bilges, a Promo!

So here’s something you don’t see every day – an animated promo for a digital book! Oh, it’s been a looooong winter!

The Forever Moment

Nothing about anything matters more than this very moment, because, truly, this moment is all you’ve got. Oops. It’s already passed…

I Am a Phone Pirate

I almost titled this post “The Pirate in My Pocket,” but then realized that could be a serious double entendre. But I digress… I admit it. It’s me. Uh oh.

Avast, Ye Readers!

Nothing says nautical mayhem like the word “avast,” doncha think?

Right out of the box you know the words that follow are coming from some seafaring devil, a maritime monster, a nautical ne’er do well. This is because good guy pirates and Navy types don’t use the word.

About Yes And

Can you please explain this to me? Can you please sit me down in a chair, one that doesn’t face the window, because I’m obviously easily distracted, and use small words, because clearly I’m a bit dim in the “I get it” department, and tell me what is going on?

Getting Past the Past

You’re a writer, you know how it goes. Your job is to tell a compelling story that engages your reader.

Invariably, and inevitably, that story is about the past. You even tell it in the past tense. Like a good joke, you can’t tell it in the future tense: a priest, a rabbi and a duck will go into a bar…

Death of Some Salesmen

You’re a writer, you know how it goes. You published the book, and it just sits there, doing nothing except get annoying because…well, because nobody’s reading it.