I am a writer. Have been since I was ten years old and I wrote a poem to my mother when she brought my baby sister home from the hospital. What I do (among other things which have to do with living) is write as much and as often as I can about whatever it is that has my attention at the time.

This is my blog and, from time to time (usually once each month) I will post a short piece that might be of interest to you. Read it if you have the time. Share it if you like it. If you don’t, that’s okay, but it won’t keep me from what I do which is write. You see, I am a writer.

Excerpt from Mining Chalk Pond – “At Hollis Dunton’s Gem Mine”

At Hollis Dunton’s Gem Mine

This excerpt from Robert’s novel in progress, Mining Chalk Pond, recently appeared in Maine’s Bethel Living Magazine.

Hollis Dunton of Newry stood at the top edge of a shallow, but wide, pit and made a big circular motion with both arms to catch the attention of all six guest prospectors. His mine was a wide expanse of boulders and broken rocks piled one on another in dangerous disarray. Around its perimeter lay fallen pines and stumps which had been pulled from the ground when he had blasted with dynamite. Beyond the edge of this wasteland were stands of first growth pine for which western Maine north of Bethel was known.

“Folks, this here pit is the Dunton family mine. Don’t look like much now, but the prospect for finding gemmy crystals in abundance is very, very good. Ask Mr. Hallett here what he found a week ago. Just ask anyone who has poked around in this pit. There are good pegmatite pockets sure to be found.

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