B.M. Simpson

When I was young I dreamed of sailing ships with tall white sails,

to the seven seas and mysteries with mighty rolling waves.

When the oceans all were conquered to my home I would return,

with sailors tales of storms and whales and lessons I had learned.

Then we’d step ash...

(Above): Picture of me recovering from writing my first book.

I wrote my first book about eight or ten years ago. It was was somewhere around three hundred pages. I can’t remember the exact page count, but I’m not going to open the file to look at it. It’s too painful....

I keep hearing all the hype about how things have never been this bad! And these are the worst times ever! And then end is near! And endless blurbs of other such nonsense. 

To help some of you put things in perspective I threw together just a few tidbits of information....

Writing is not all that much different than cooking. Like food, literary menus vary far and wide. There are different styles, different cultures, different genre’s, and each of them, to one degree or another, have different writing rules.

My wife flew back to the USA today and I’m following tomorrow. This of course means that tonight I can either snack on whatever is in the cupboard until I’m too full to eat dinner, or I can go out to eat. I chose the latter. So, I walked across the parking lot to Casa...

Warm exotic raindrops

dripping sweet from island skies

gently landing, easing pain

on salty, sun drenched lips.

Tropic breezes caress the blue

as blackbirds lightly skim

then gently kiss the rising mist

of the foaming white capped world.

Complicated yet simple

tangled blurry cl...

My wife and I lived on a 35 foot sailboat a couple years ago. It was a great fourteen month adventure and we met a bunch of wonderful, or if not all wonderful, certainly unforgettable characters. I could easily fill page after page with funny stories that would befuddl...

I was doing some research on the internet for my next book and something caught my eye. Have you ever noticed how many times we are told that just about everything we aspire to do is “easier than you think”? If we’re not told in those exact words, we’re told in a messa...

A place to lay my head I search

to dream my dreams so sweet.

A bough or branch for me to perch,

to rest my weary feet.

For endless time it seems I’ve roamed

to places near and far,

to find the dream I’ve heard called home,

I’ve wished upon the stars

I’ve drifted west and then...

When I was in high school I spent some unforgettable afternoons jumping off the cliffs at an old abandoned rock quarry in my hometown. The sky was blue, the sun was bright, the air was warmir hands went together and into the water with the precision of an artist. Amaz...