Snow

By Peter Colt / January 19, 2026 /

It snowed last night. The air was filled with the type of quiet that only comes from a blanket of the white, fluffy stuff. The magical property of dampening the streetlights and beautifying everything. It also meant getting up this morning and having to clear the six or so inches of snow that had fallen.…

19 Years

By Peter Colt / January 14, 2026 /

I meant to write sooner. It seems like I am always writing that here or on Substack. The truth is that as long as I have a day job, and I like having a day job, I have to prioritize when and what I write. I spent the last ten or so days attending to…

Happy New Year

By Peter Colt / January 1, 2026 /

2025 was, in terms of being a writer a good year for me. I had two books come out with two different publishers. That’s a big deal! There was plenty of other stuff to be thankful for, family, friends, continued good health etc. as well. In 2025 I was able to connect with fellow writers…

Merry Christmas

By Peter Colt / December 25, 2025 /

From me, my family, Andy and Tommy, We wanted to wish you all a very Merry Christmas and the Happiest of Holidays!

Feel Like Christmas

By Peter Colt / December 22, 2025 /

This is a busy time of year. We all know that…feel that. December has been a tough month for scheduling. The first week in December I had an editorial deadline that had to be met. No complaints. No one forced me to be a writer. I asked to do it and am lucky enough that…

Potato Pave

By Peter Colt / December 1, 2025 /

There’s a good thing about good things coming to those who wait. In this case waiting also means working. Potato Pave or the misleadingly named, 1,000 layer potatoes, is worth it. There’s a lot of prep. Even with a mandolin or in my case a potato guillotine. Slicing six peeled Russet potatoes on the thinnest…

Monday not Sunday

By Peter Colt / November 24, 2025 /

I woke up this morning. I may not always like the process but I love the fact that it happens. Pretty simple concept, that. I woke up this morning and thought to myself, “It’s Sunday, you can go back to sleep.” Then the alarm on my phone went off, quickly disabusing me of such a…

Fall for sure

By Peter Colt / November 17, 2025 /

It’s fall for sure. Not some half summer, half fall compromise that  is October. Nope, we’ve had the leaf stripping, icy winds from the North whipping through the area. Now when it rains, no one mentions that it’s good for their garden or lawn. They just grimace and hope for a break in the clouds.…

On the rocks

By Peter Colt / November 9, 2025 /

Writers are masters of procrastination. It’s a necessity. Either you have to put off writing until everything aligns and creativity strikes. Or more likely you are putting off other things so that you can write. Writers know that Ben Franklin was right about the “stitch in time”. We don’t want to have to use more…

Lucky Day

By Peter Colt / November 1, 2025 /

I’ve said it often, I am lucky to be a writer. It’s pretty cool that I get to write books and short stories and people actually pay me for them. That’s one part that makes me feel lucky. The other is that I get to do it at all. The odds of getting an agent…