Starting at the Beginning

My name is Stephen Winn and I want to say thanks to you for stopping by my blog. Please feel free to leave a comment on this site or at: www.stephenwinn.com.

Since this is the very beginning of my 'set up a blog' project, I have to give credit where it's due. The idea to do a blog came from my daughter Andrea. She didn't tell me about it, but rather I found out about it from my sister who heard about it from another family member. That's how things go sometimes. I had a look and was impressed with Andrea's blog, so I started thinking about starting my own. Meanwhile, Writer's Digest kept reminding me in several e-mails that it's a very good idea for a writer to start a blog, so that settled it!

I plan to use this blog to discuss matters relating to the novels I write and ideas I have that I think will be of value to others. If something I write about has value for you in some way, then I have succeeded in achieving one or more of my many objectives.

I certainly hope you enjoy your visit, and please come back often.

Thanks again for your visit,

Stephen

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WilbertApril 18, 2018, 1:55 PM—Reply

Admiring the time and energy you put into your blog and detailed information you offer. It's great to come across a blog every once in a while that isn't the same unwanted rehashed information. Wonderful read! I've saved your site and I'm including your RSS feeds to my Google account.

Weed: Follow the Money

I wanted to write a few words about marijuana because it's such a recurring topic that can't be ignored. Everyone I talk to seems to have an opinion about it. I should tell you straight out that I am neither pro or con when it comes to people using it.

An Accomplished Writer!

It's always great to get together with old friends and talk about everything and anything without fear of being politically incorrect or offending sensibilities. Discussions about how fast life is whizzing by the good, bad, and ugly things that have come into our lives end up out on the table. And speaking about things on the table, it always helps if the discussion happens over really good food.

A Tale of Two Blankets

It's seldom that I complain about something, but the two blankets referred to in this article were not just any two blankets. They belonged to my dear departed mother. My sister bought them for her and spared no expense. Both were Hudson's Bay blankets and each was made of pure soft wool. The more expensive of the two was ivory white, known as a "multistripe iconic point" blanket. It has the traditional green, yellow, red and blue wide stripes across it horizontally at the top and bottom.

Are You a Champion? Let's See...

There are champions in all walks of life. Some are very close by us and we don't even realize it: a mother with kids that just lost her husband and takes on the sole support role while improving her education after the kids are in bed; a mentally and/or physically challenged person that works so hard just to do the normal day-to-day activities the rest of us take for granted; the list goes on and on.

Some Lessons My Dad Taught Me

There are some special moments with my dad that I recall from time to time. They come back to me when I get into a jam or awkward situation and then think to myself, "...what would my dad do right now?" He was accomplished at many things. Unfortunately, I only realized the importance of most of his lessons when I was older and he had passed on. I intend to use some of his words of wisdom in my novels. Here are some examples:

So What About Guns?

First things first.

My dear dad, Ed, used to work for an airline. One day he came home and asked me if I would like to join the 'Airline Gun Club' and of course my answer was yes! I was eight years old at the time, so I was very excited to be grown up enough to finally have a chance to shoot a real .22 caliber target rifle instead of just an imitation 'cap' gun. I began to like it so much that I started going twice a week until I was in my mid-teens. That's when I started to play guitar and noticed girls...in that order. I can't recall ever missing a single night at the range over those years with the club, unless it was closed for a holiday.

Keyed on Queen

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Memories of Brandy

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