I am a gamer, a geek, a writer, an entrepreneur, and a gardener, among many things. I have a lot of knowledge and opinions to share with the world, along with creations from my chaotic mind.
The Christmas Cat
For many years I did not care for Christmas. Working retail will do that to you over time. Between the long hours and the rude customers who blame you for their poor gift planning, it’s hard to enjoy Christmas when you work in retail. However, my oldest cat, Loki, makes Christmas feel special, and I always cater to his holiday desires.
My name is DiNozzo and I am a black cat, or, as some would say, a “mini panther.” My family adopted me in February of 2013 when I was about seven months old. I was one of many black cats available, but I was the lucky one, chosen because of my name and some show called “NCIS.”
In April 2019, a sweet, grey female cat started hanging out on our patio and in my garden. My two cats were mixed about the stranger, with Loki, my oldest, interested in this new cat and DiNozzo, my rescued black cat, unhappy that there was an invader. Our dog, Misha, a 45-pound Border Collie/Labrador mix, did not seem to care, aside from the excitement it created in the cats.
A Poor Woman’s Lament
I once had a taste of what it was like to be middle-class. To not worry about paying bills or having enough to pay the rent. I could spend money on things I didn’t need, like toys, tech gadgets, dining out, and so on. This brief change in my income coincided with the death of Toys R Us, a store that I always loved. I could never afford to buy much from Toys R Us, and now it was closing.
The Job Search Continues
Last week I applied to and interviewed for a position I turned down in 2020. The job is with a large office supply chain, which I will not mention the specific name. When I interviewed before, the position paid five dollars an hour less than I was making as a supervisor for a craft company, so I turned it down. Now I find myself lowering my standards and trying to get in again.
Pirate Ophelia: The Real Story
It’s been years since I wrote and published my book, Pirate Ophelia. I debated for a long time if I ever wanted to write the true story that inspired the book, and I feel it is finally time for me to do so. A warning: there will be spoilers for the book throughout this piece.
Pirate Ophelia, Part 8 (final)
Continued from Part 7 Chapter XXIII: Ophelia’s Revenge Liam paced the length of his small jail cell. He knew the only reason he was still alive was to set a trap for Ophelia. Now that Janneke was gone, Ophelia was the main target. The king had given the governor an order to stop those who no longer sailed under England as privateers—the pirates they had created out of their own greed.
Pirate Ophelia, Part 6
Continued from Part 5 Chapter XVI: Martinique Captain Ophelia sat with Liam outside the tavern in Martinique. They watched the ships in the harbor, waiting impatiently for any sign of Janneke, James, and Elise. The remaining ships had arrived without issue, with Jack being the last to show up. With each passing hour Liam and Ophelia began to worry more.
Pirate Ophelia, Part 5
Continued from Part 4 Chapter XIII: Old Friends They had managed to gain a few more crew members after Janneke’s speech in the tavern. Tortuga was filled with pirates and those wanting to be pirates, allowing them to speak freely and recruit more crew for their ships. Janneke, Ophelia, and James were joined by Rose, Erik, and Edward to inspect the ships that were now part of Janneke’s fleet. James’s ship, a Spanish Galleon named Conquistador, was the largest in the fleet, though it’s size also made it the slowest. The rest of the fleet was made up of a mix of brigs and frigates, all of which were being reinforced to resist damage and equipped with more cannons. James and Liam funded much of the upgrades for the ships, hoping that their actions would eventually clear James’s name and allow him to live his life without being hunted.
Pirate Ophelia, Part 4
Continued from Part 3 Chapter IX: Captain Ophelia Ophelia and the crew of the HMS Honeysuckle had been quite profitable over the past several months. She felt the need to prove herself as a capable privateer, and so they had taken almost every Spanish merchant ship they spotted. Always dreaming of the life of a pirate, Captain Ophelia made sure to keep a good supply of rum on board for both herself and the crew to consume. Any extra was sold at various ports for profit, of which a percentage was reserved for the king.
Pirate Ophelia, Part 3
Continued from Part 2 Chapter VI: Kingston Six Months Later The sun rose over the ocean, its orange reflection bouncing off the calm surface. Tall ships could be seen in the distance. The sunlight brightened the port city of Kingston, shining light into the windows of its houses, their inhabitants still fast asleep. The city was always quiet in the morning, with only the fisherman sitting by the shore and an occasional ship docked at the port.