Tom Birdseye

In general gnomes are the quiet type, not prone to verbosity. Our Coffee Gnome is no exception. We come down in the morning and he’s… Read More »Coffee gnome

I was born on a Friday the 13th. Glad to have come into the world at all, and having lived a life filled with good… Read More »This is a test

Words are magical. We use them to tell stories. Which is amazing, when you think about it. They are completely abstract—the letters “c-a-t” look nothing… Read More »wordplay

It took what feels like several centuries, but persistence has finally paid off. My new YA novel, THERE IS NO MAP FOR THIS, has been… Read More »THERE IS NO MAP FOR THIS

As a writer, I think of words as my medium. I take each and every one seriously—these bits of language that I laboriously craft into… Read More »Covered in dew . . . as opposed to don’t.

I love words, and am fascinated with their variety. (If you’re a writer, It comes with the territory.) We name things in order to identify… Read More »Nomenclature

2/2/22, and what better way to celebrate than 2×2 yokes for breakfast! (No yoke, they are not Photoshopped in.) Lots of two’s followed: I went… Read More »Et two, tom?

As you may have heard, things are prone, sooner or later, to fall apart. And when the thing that falls apart is the driver’s-side rearview… Read More »Repeat, Repeat, Repeat

Last night Debbie and I celebrated the 48th anniversary of our first date. It was 1973, and we were both students at Western Kentucky University… Read More »Stories that last

By definition, doing something requires first getting started—no start, no do. Which sounds simple enough—just take the first step and then keep on walking; just… Read More »Writing Ritual