Danny Mac's Blog, page 4
March 14, 2025
Happy Thirty-One Years
Hello to all,
We will celebrate thirty-one years of marital bliss on Wednesday of next week. My favorite quote about marriage comes from a bumper sticker I bought my wife as a newlywed. It reads, “Marriage is finding that one special person you can annoy the rest of your life!”
I have always heard that a manager should never date his employees because it can cause complications. Knowing this, I started dating my subordinate, which led to thirty-one years of complex interactions. There are far worse effects of dating a staff member, but few of them last this long.
We were planning Saturday night festivities one Friday night. A new fresh face just finished her shift as we hammered out the details for an after-work social event among the pizza shop employees. As we completed the last detail, I remembered the new employee eating her dinner before going home. “Hey,” turning my attention to her. “Would you like to join us?”
“I don’t drive,” was her only comment.
“Well, if you can meet us here at closing time tomorrow night, I’ll make sure you make it home.”
Her father dropped her off at eleven, and we finished our closing duties by eleven thirty. Fifteen minutes later, we walked into the honky-tonk bar playing Karaoke music. The awkward dancing, off-key singing, and copious laughter made the time fly by quickly. Then we heard, “Last call for alcohol,” before closing out the club.
Being restaurant people, we were not done with the night and took the party to a little all-night diner around three in the morning. Breakfast, coffee, and more laughter kept the clock spinning like a Whirling-Dervish. The sun broke the horizon when we called it a night. When I dropped her off, Tammy’s father had bacon and eggs on the stove.
Thirty-one years later, I realized the old clock never slowed down. It kept spinning faster and faster. We bought a house, raised a child, and now look forward to our last remaining years together. She called me boss the first year of our marriage. I spent thirty-one years calling her boss.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, The Antidimension, please contact me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
We will celebrate thirty-one years of marital bliss on Wednesday of next week. My favorite quote about marriage comes from a bumper sticker I bought my wife as a newlywed. It reads, “Marriage is finding that one special person you can annoy the rest of your life!”
I have always heard that a manager should never date his employees because it can cause complications. Knowing this, I started dating my subordinate, which led to thirty-one years of complex interactions. There are far worse effects of dating a staff member, but few of them last this long.
We were planning Saturday night festivities one Friday night. A new fresh face just finished her shift as we hammered out the details for an after-work social event among the pizza shop employees. As we completed the last detail, I remembered the new employee eating her dinner before going home. “Hey,” turning my attention to her. “Would you like to join us?”
“I don’t drive,” was her only comment.
“Well, if you can meet us here at closing time tomorrow night, I’ll make sure you make it home.”
Her father dropped her off at eleven, and we finished our closing duties by eleven thirty. Fifteen minutes later, we walked into the honky-tonk bar playing Karaoke music. The awkward dancing, off-key singing, and copious laughter made the time fly by quickly. Then we heard, “Last call for alcohol,” before closing out the club.
Being restaurant people, we were not done with the night and took the party to a little all-night diner around three in the morning. Breakfast, coffee, and more laughter kept the clock spinning like a Whirling-Dervish. The sun broke the horizon when we called it a night. When I dropped her off, Tammy’s father had bacon and eggs on the stove.
Thirty-one years later, I realized the old clock never slowed down. It kept spinning faster and faster. We bought a house, raised a child, and now look forward to our last remaining years together. She called me boss the first year of our marriage. I spent thirty-one years calling her boss.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, The Antidimension, please contact me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
March 8, 2025
Ginger’s Grips, Complaints, and Aggravations
Hello to all,
Once a quarter, I try to give Ginger’s perspective on her grips, complaints, and aggravations. These grievances stem from Tammy, AKA Mom, being missing for two days last weekend for the Prom Ministry for our county. She spent twenty-two hours outside our home and away from her fur baby between Friday and Saturday, giving away dresses and frills needed for a great prom experience. The following are Ginger’s thoughts of being left alone for so long.
Dad left with Mom from our home early Friday morning. He failed to bring her home upon returning. I stared at the door for two minutes before Dad, in a toxic voice, called out, “She's gone for the whole day.” I slumped back to the couch to stand guard for her return.
Dad donned his hat and coat after lunch only to return with nothing but the groceries for the day. I waited ever so patiently for Mom to come through the back door when Dad maliciously questioned, “What’s your complaint?” I might have let out a single sad whimper at seeing she was not home. He finally brought her home late at night for me to snuggle beside her.
The next day, the mean old Dad again took Mom out of the house early in the morning. I held my post watching for her to come home all day long. Dad harshly commented, “What’s your gripe?” in response to a single groan of remorse about Mom not being home. My aggravation rose when I thought of the lack of belly rubs, snacks, and loving Mom lavished on me daily while Dad grumbles through the house telling me to move my furry butt.
The very worst of the day when Dad declared, “You know if you hadn’t barked so much, maybe Mom wouldn’t have gone away.” He blamed me for her departure. I worked my whole life protecting his naive character from all the evils in the world, and his complaint is in the way I do my job. Then he had the nerve to call me entitled.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, The Antidimension, please contact me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
Once a quarter, I try to give Ginger’s perspective on her grips, complaints, and aggravations. These grievances stem from Tammy, AKA Mom, being missing for two days last weekend for the Prom Ministry for our county. She spent twenty-two hours outside our home and away from her fur baby between Friday and Saturday, giving away dresses and frills needed for a great prom experience. The following are Ginger’s thoughts of being left alone for so long.
Dad left with Mom from our home early Friday morning. He failed to bring her home upon returning. I stared at the door for two minutes before Dad, in a toxic voice, called out, “She's gone for the whole day.” I slumped back to the couch to stand guard for her return.
Dad donned his hat and coat after lunch only to return with nothing but the groceries for the day. I waited ever so patiently for Mom to come through the back door when Dad maliciously questioned, “What’s your complaint?” I might have let out a single sad whimper at seeing she was not home. He finally brought her home late at night for me to snuggle beside her.
The next day, the mean old Dad again took Mom out of the house early in the morning. I held my post watching for her to come home all day long. Dad harshly commented, “What’s your gripe?” in response to a single groan of remorse about Mom not being home. My aggravation rose when I thought of the lack of belly rubs, snacks, and loving Mom lavished on me daily while Dad grumbles through the house telling me to move my furry butt.
The very worst of the day when Dad declared, “You know if you hadn’t barked so much, maybe Mom wouldn’t have gone away.” He blamed me for her departure. I worked my whole life protecting his naive character from all the evils in the world, and his complaint is in the way I do my job. Then he had the nerve to call me entitled.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, The Antidimension, please contact me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
Ginger’s Grips, Complaints, and Aggravations
Hello to all,
Once a quarter, I try to give Ginger’s perspective on her grips, complaints, and aggravations. These grievances stem from Tammy, AKA Mom, being missing for two days last weekend for the Prom Ministry for our county. She spent twenty-two hours outside our home and away from her fur baby between Friday and Saturday, giving away dresses and frills needed for a great prom experience. The following are Ginger’s thoughts of being left alone for so long.
Dad left with Mom from our home early Friday morning. He failed to bring her home upon returning. I stared at the door for two minutes before Dad, in a toxic voice, called out, “She's gone for the whole day.” I slumped back to the couch to stand guard for her return.
Dad donned his hat and coat after lunch only to return with nothing but the groceries for the day. I waited ever so patiently for Mom to come through the back door when Dad maliciously questioned, “What’s your complaint?” I might have let out a single sad whimper at seeing she was not home. He finally brought her home late at night for me to snuggle beside her.
The next day, the mean old Dad again took Mom out of the house early in the morning. I held my post watching for her to come home all day long. Dad harshly commented, “What’s your gripe?” in response to a single groan of remorse about Mom not being home. My aggravation rose when I thought of the lack of belly rubs, snacks, and loving Mom lavished on me daily while Dad grumbles through the house telling me to move my furry butt.
The very worst of the day when Dad declared, “You know if you hadn’t barked so much, maybe Mom wouldn’t have gone away.” He blamed me for her departure. I worked my whole life protecting his naive character from all the evils in the world, and his complaint is in the way I do my job. Then he had the nerve to call me entitled.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, The Antidimension, please contact me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
Once a quarter, I try to give Ginger’s perspective on her grips, complaints, and aggravations. These grievances stem from Tammy, AKA Mom, being missing for two days last weekend for the Prom Ministry for our county. She spent twenty-two hours outside our home and away from her fur baby between Friday and Saturday, giving away dresses and frills needed for a great prom experience. The following are Ginger’s thoughts of being left alone for so long.
Dad left with Mom from our home early Friday morning. He failed to bring her home upon returning. I stared at the door for two minutes before Dad, in a toxic voice, called out, “She's gone for the whole day.” I slumped back to the couch to stand guard for her return.
Dad donned his hat and coat after lunch only to return with nothing but the groceries for the day. I waited ever so patiently for Mom to come through the back door when Dad maliciously questioned, “What’s your complaint?” I might have let out a single sad whimper at seeing she was not home. He finally brought her home late at night for me to snuggle beside her.
The next day, the mean old Dad again took Mom out of the house early in the morning. I held my post watching for her to come home all day long. Dad harshly commented, “What’s your gripe?” in response to a single groan of remorse about Mom not being home. My aggravation rose when I thought of the lack of belly rubs, snacks, and loving Mom lavished on me daily while Dad grumbles through the house telling me to move my furry butt.
The very worst of the day when Dad declared, “You know if you hadn’t barked so much, maybe Mom wouldn’t have gone away.” He blamed me for her departure. I worked my whole life protecting his naive character from all the evils in the world, and his complaint is in the way I do my job. Then he had the nerve to call me entitled.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, The Antidimension, please contact me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
March 1, 2025
Thirty-One Years of Compromise
Hello to all,
Tammy and I are quickly reaching thirty-one years of martial bliss. This is far from a record considering my mom and dad fell short of sixty-five by a week or two, and Tammy’s parents spent fifty-six years sharing wedding vows. Thirty-one years sounds like a long time, yet when I think about our wedding day, it’s like yesterday. In my mind, we are still young and in love.
I understand thirty-one years is long compared to the many marriages that don’t see ten years before splitting for one reason or another. It is hard to understand why our matrimony lasted when so many others don’t. It feels like compromise is one of the key elements in a successful marriage.
Tammy likes the house’s temperature set to 72 degrees, while I prefer 68 degrees. We compromise, and the temperature stays at 72 degrees and goes up to 74 with summer air conditioning. We lower the night temperature to my preferred 66 degrees for better sleeping.
We share a queen-size bed, and each of us occupies one half. Except her half takes up two-thirds of the bed, and my half is much smaller. When I offer to buy the cover showing this, I get the look for suggesting it. When we cut dessert in half, mine is the lion’s share.
I like green peppers. Tammy doesn’t like their taste, smell, or presence in our house. We compromise, and our daughter and I eat pepper steak for dinner since Tammy works at the Prom Ministry in town. I can’t eat chocolate, and they share many chocolate confections.
I hope that we make it another thirty-one years before God calls one of us home. This will take me well into my nineties but will be joyful and fulfilling.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, The Antidimension, don't hesitate to get in touch with me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
Tammy and I are quickly reaching thirty-one years of martial bliss. This is far from a record considering my mom and dad fell short of sixty-five by a week or two, and Tammy’s parents spent fifty-six years sharing wedding vows. Thirty-one years sounds like a long time, yet when I think about our wedding day, it’s like yesterday. In my mind, we are still young and in love.
I understand thirty-one years is long compared to the many marriages that don’t see ten years before splitting for one reason or another. It is hard to understand why our matrimony lasted when so many others don’t. It feels like compromise is one of the key elements in a successful marriage.
Tammy likes the house’s temperature set to 72 degrees, while I prefer 68 degrees. We compromise, and the temperature stays at 72 degrees and goes up to 74 with summer air conditioning. We lower the night temperature to my preferred 66 degrees for better sleeping.
We share a queen-size bed, and each of us occupies one half. Except her half takes up two-thirds of the bed, and my half is much smaller. When I offer to buy the cover showing this, I get the look for suggesting it. When we cut dessert in half, mine is the lion’s share.
I like green peppers. Tammy doesn’t like their taste, smell, or presence in our house. We compromise, and our daughter and I eat pepper steak for dinner since Tammy works at the Prom Ministry in town. I can’t eat chocolate, and they share many chocolate confections.
I hope that we make it another thirty-one years before God calls one of us home. This will take me well into my nineties but will be joyful and fulfilling.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, The Antidimension, don't hesitate to get in touch with me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
February 21, 2025
Mac’s Moments – Forever Young
Hello to all,
Several videos of barely forty-year-old people have recently been making rounds through various social sites. They complain about the newly arriving body aches, soreness, and otherwise discomforts of reaching the milestone age. I chuckle with painful amusement and quietly say, as if they could hear me, “Just wait until your sixties.” I am sure an octogenarian is scoffing at my comment about being in my sixties. Tammy and I feel our age after thirty years of marriage.
There is one in our house that seems to stay forever young. She has a furry butt, floppy ears, and an attitude a mile wide. Ginger, our entitled dog, is approaching thirteen years, about eighty human years. She still sprints around the house with the Zoomies, although it does take her a few more steps to reach full speed. I guess many of my readers would be interested in knowing her secret to staying forever young.
It starts by remaining vigilant for any movement at the neighbors’ houses. Even while napping, an ear echo locates any potential dangers within sight of our house. If the next-door neighbor retrieves her mail from the street, you run through the house barking and howling at her nerve to want their mail. You must sprint at full speed from the family room's little window up the stairs to the large living room window. Then, you retrace the run back to the smaller window. Keep running back and forth until the danger has passed for at least five minutes.
To maintain your forever young abilities and achieve the full effectiveness of this fitness routine, you must accomplish this race with complete indignation, self-righteousness, and rudeness. After safeguarding the house from intrusions with the vigor of an ogre, you run and tell everyone else in the home of your bravery.
Even though Ginger’s sugar face gives away her elderly status, she remains forever young by screaming her domination over the neighborhood. She spends hours staring out the front windows, hoping to find a new and improved reason to go berserk throughout the house, howling her disgruntled opinion to all and everyone.
Follow Ginger’s entitled tantrums for staying forever young into your eighties and nineties.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, The Antidimension, don't hesitate to get in touch with me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
Several videos of barely forty-year-old people have recently been making rounds through various social sites. They complain about the newly arriving body aches, soreness, and otherwise discomforts of reaching the milestone age. I chuckle with painful amusement and quietly say, as if they could hear me, “Just wait until your sixties.” I am sure an octogenarian is scoffing at my comment about being in my sixties. Tammy and I feel our age after thirty years of marriage.
There is one in our house that seems to stay forever young. She has a furry butt, floppy ears, and an attitude a mile wide. Ginger, our entitled dog, is approaching thirteen years, about eighty human years. She still sprints around the house with the Zoomies, although it does take her a few more steps to reach full speed. I guess many of my readers would be interested in knowing her secret to staying forever young.
It starts by remaining vigilant for any movement at the neighbors’ houses. Even while napping, an ear echo locates any potential dangers within sight of our house. If the next-door neighbor retrieves her mail from the street, you run through the house barking and howling at her nerve to want their mail. You must sprint at full speed from the family room's little window up the stairs to the large living room window. Then, you retrace the run back to the smaller window. Keep running back and forth until the danger has passed for at least five minutes.
To maintain your forever young abilities and achieve the full effectiveness of this fitness routine, you must accomplish this race with complete indignation, self-righteousness, and rudeness. After safeguarding the house from intrusions with the vigor of an ogre, you run and tell everyone else in the home of your bravery.
Even though Ginger’s sugar face gives away her elderly status, she remains forever young by screaming her domination over the neighborhood. She spends hours staring out the front windows, hoping to find a new and improved reason to go berserk throughout the house, howling her disgruntled opinion to all and everyone.
Follow Ginger’s entitled tantrums for staying forever young into your eighties and nineties.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, The Antidimension, don't hesitate to get in touch with me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
February 14, 2025
Mac’s Moments – Happy Valentine’s Day
Hello to all,
It is Valentine’s Day. It is when men try their best to romance their wives, girlfriends, or soon-to-be girlfriends. They pull out all the tricks they know to impress their woman. We men, not being very creative, resort to flowers, dinner at a fancy restaurant, and a heart-shaped box of chocolates. It is too dangerous to try anything more than the basic tried and true method of wooing the love of our lives.
Around our house, I am known as Mr. Romance. (I hope my wife didn’t roll her eyes too hard so she can continue to read this blog.) Regarding romance, I fall short of most of the stories I read online. I tried when I was younger, but I think spending in excess on one day of the year and doing nothing compared to the other 364 days is silly.
I try every day to show her I love her. I fail sometimes, but I think about her and do little things to show I care. It might be simple, like getting her chai tea ready in the morning. Or it may be a grand gesture like cooking a meal she mentioned not having in a while. A quick back rub always brightens her day.
All this being said, it is good to show a grand gesture of love to your wife once a year. However, being a pragmatic and frugal man (Tammy spells both as C-H-E-A-P), I wait until February 15 to show my romantic side to my wife. The stores offer dinner reservations easily, flowers at half price, and heart-shaped boxes of chocolates at ninety percent off.
There is a meme making its way around the internet about how to win your wife. The speaker spells out about twenty ways to show romance to your wife. These include talking to her, taking her out, and going to the ends of the Earth for her. Then, he tells women how to win their husbands, show up naked, and bring food. It is meant as a joke, but there is truth in it. I suppose that is why people find it funny.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, don't hesitate to get in touch with me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
It is Valentine’s Day. It is when men try their best to romance their wives, girlfriends, or soon-to-be girlfriends. They pull out all the tricks they know to impress their woman. We men, not being very creative, resort to flowers, dinner at a fancy restaurant, and a heart-shaped box of chocolates. It is too dangerous to try anything more than the basic tried and true method of wooing the love of our lives.
Around our house, I am known as Mr. Romance. (I hope my wife didn’t roll her eyes too hard so she can continue to read this blog.) Regarding romance, I fall short of most of the stories I read online. I tried when I was younger, but I think spending in excess on one day of the year and doing nothing compared to the other 364 days is silly.
I try every day to show her I love her. I fail sometimes, but I think about her and do little things to show I care. It might be simple, like getting her chai tea ready in the morning. Or it may be a grand gesture like cooking a meal she mentioned not having in a while. A quick back rub always brightens her day.
All this being said, it is good to show a grand gesture of love to your wife once a year. However, being a pragmatic and frugal man (Tammy spells both as C-H-E-A-P), I wait until February 15 to show my romantic side to my wife. The stores offer dinner reservations easily, flowers at half price, and heart-shaped boxes of chocolates at ninety percent off.
There is a meme making its way around the internet about how to win your wife. The speaker spells out about twenty ways to show romance to your wife. These include talking to her, taking her out, and going to the ends of the Earth for her. Then, he tells women how to win their husbands, show up naked, and bring food. It is meant as a joke, but there is truth in it. I suppose that is why people find it funny.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, don't hesitate to get in touch with me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
February 7, 2025
Mac’s Moments – Missing Mom
Hello to all,
Tammy, AKA Mom of a gray-faced fur baby, is on a committee to bring prom dresses to young women of our county who would not usually be able to afford them. This committee decorates a local church elegantly to give these prom-goers the whole experience of picking out the right dress. They have personal shoppers to accompany them to help make sure they are well coordinated with shoes, jewelry, and other essentials for looking fabulous on prom night. This precious gift is totally free for the girls and their families.
They plan for several months to achieve a high-class shopping experience. As dress day approaches, the meetings become more frequent and longer. Yesterday, I took Mom to the latest meeting at 9:30. When I arrived home shortly after ten, Ginger gave me the third degree for not bringing Mom home. This frightful stare conveyed concern for Mom being left to wander the Earth without a proper escort, disappointment in me for not seeing the dangers, and sadness for Ginger missing her Mom.
Ginger stood guard on the couch in front of the panoramic window. She took short naps between vigilantly staring for any signs of her missing Mom. The occasional mourning and cries of sorrow swept through the house, bringing a tear to my eye, knowing her pain of missing Mom. When the vigil became too wearing, a slow, soft moan indicated a brief nap to come.
As the little hand rounded four on the clock, a shriek of excitement screamed out as a vaguely familiar car slowed in front of our home. A full-blown, loving panic shrills in my earcanals as the vehicle stops in our drive. The squeals of delight and whole-body wags await Mom coming home from her Herculean adventure.
After a half-hour of loving reunion, the remainder of the night offered a cold furry shoulder, and turned back to the missing Mom of most of the day. Mom offered a cookie to regain the love of her ever-faithful dog, but this only led to momentary cuddling. I think the constant vigil of staring out the window all day made Ginger too tired to care last night. This morning, after a good night’s sleep, Mom had her fur baby back by her side.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, please get in touch with me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
Tammy, AKA Mom of a gray-faced fur baby, is on a committee to bring prom dresses to young women of our county who would not usually be able to afford them. This committee decorates a local church elegantly to give these prom-goers the whole experience of picking out the right dress. They have personal shoppers to accompany them to help make sure they are well coordinated with shoes, jewelry, and other essentials for looking fabulous on prom night. This precious gift is totally free for the girls and their families.
They plan for several months to achieve a high-class shopping experience. As dress day approaches, the meetings become more frequent and longer. Yesterday, I took Mom to the latest meeting at 9:30. When I arrived home shortly after ten, Ginger gave me the third degree for not bringing Mom home. This frightful stare conveyed concern for Mom being left to wander the Earth without a proper escort, disappointment in me for not seeing the dangers, and sadness for Ginger missing her Mom.
Ginger stood guard on the couch in front of the panoramic window. She took short naps between vigilantly staring for any signs of her missing Mom. The occasional mourning and cries of sorrow swept through the house, bringing a tear to my eye, knowing her pain of missing Mom. When the vigil became too wearing, a slow, soft moan indicated a brief nap to come.
As the little hand rounded four on the clock, a shriek of excitement screamed out as a vaguely familiar car slowed in front of our home. A full-blown, loving panic shrills in my earcanals as the vehicle stops in our drive. The squeals of delight and whole-body wags await Mom coming home from her Herculean adventure.
After a half-hour of loving reunion, the remainder of the night offered a cold furry shoulder, and turned back to the missing Mom of most of the day. Mom offered a cookie to regain the love of her ever-faithful dog, but this only led to momentary cuddling. I think the constant vigil of staring out the window all day made Ginger too tired to care last night. This morning, after a good night’s sleep, Mom had her fur baby back by her side.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, please get in touch with me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
January 31, 2025
Mac’s Moments – The Antidimension
Hello to all,
I recently started my final edits on my latest book, The Antidimension. This is the continuing saga of three people who live ordinary lives and acquire supernatural powers from God to fight demons and monsters entering our world. The plot doesn’t change in these edits, but the tone and intensity change to fit the narrative of the moment.
Most of the amendments in this session change the moment's emotion. Where the original reads “He said,” it will read “He screamed.” These minor corrections add to the story, helping the reader feel the scene's intensity. Sometimes, I run across a sentence that makes no sense, and I will rewrite it for clarity.
I started this blog in the morning before switching to edits. As the protagonists were dealing with the antidimension, I added some additional problems they must overcome. These cliches in a space lacking any dimensions make it difficult to defend themselves from predators entering with awareness of the strangeness.
I will look for ARC readers for this book in the next few weeks. If you want to read my latest story, please contact me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
I want to thank everyone who reads my blogs. I hope they bring a little joy to your life. If you like my blogs, please subscribe for email distribution at www.dannymacauthor.com.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
I recently started my final edits on my latest book, The Antidimension. This is the continuing saga of three people who live ordinary lives and acquire supernatural powers from God to fight demons and monsters entering our world. The plot doesn’t change in these edits, but the tone and intensity change to fit the narrative of the moment.
Most of the amendments in this session change the moment's emotion. Where the original reads “He said,” it will read “He screamed.” These minor corrections add to the story, helping the reader feel the scene's intensity. Sometimes, I run across a sentence that makes no sense, and I will rewrite it for clarity.
I started this blog in the morning before switching to edits. As the protagonists were dealing with the antidimension, I added some additional problems they must overcome. These cliches in a space lacking any dimensions make it difficult to defend themselves from predators entering with awareness of the strangeness.
I will look for ARC readers for this book in the next few weeks. If you want to read my latest story, please contact me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
I want to thank everyone who reads my blogs. I hope they bring a little joy to your life. If you like my blogs, please subscribe for email distribution at www.dannymacauthor.com.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
January 24, 2025
Mac’s Moments – Gloomy Ginger
Hello to all,
Januarys in northeast Ohio (NEO) are usually sun-deprived and gloomy. It’s considered a glorious year to have five sunny days for the whole month. Our weather comes from the west or north, traversing Lake Erie and bringing the moisture of the large body of water with it. Upon reaching land, this water-soaked air forms clouds, blotting out the sun and showering us in rain, ice, and snow until the lake freezes.
There is an exception to our gloom when a large high-pressure air mass moves in from northern Canada. This air is as dry as a desert and cannot pick up enough moisture to cloud us over. This means sunny days for NEO. It also means we receive incredibly frigid air, plunging us into single-digits or below-zero temperatures.
Ginger’s favorite pastime is barking at the neighbors on sunny days when it is not too gloomy. When she isn’t barking at them, she is looking out for them so she can bark at them. Nothing fills her heart with glee more than soaking in the sun while waiting for the neighbors to do something around their homes. Ah, the joys of the warm sun penetrating her fur while leisurely lounging in the yard is a treat that soothes the beast in her.
This past week saw three amazing days of sunshine in an otherwise gloomy month. Ginger could not help but notice the sun glistening on the fallen snow. The brightness of the day beckoned her to go out and enjoy it. Despite my warnings, she rang her bell to go outside. The glare from the bright sun lit up her face. It quickly turned to a frown, discovering the high for the day was a measly five degrees Fahrenheit. She kicked at the door two minutes later and barked for me to hurry up ten seconds later. She entered her door, grumbling about the cold air like the old lady she is. As the attached picture shows, she is gloomy even on a sunny day.
I want to thank everyone who reads my blogs. I hope they bring a little joy to your life. If you like my blogs, please subscribe for email distribution at www.dannymacauthor.com.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
Januarys in northeast Ohio (NEO) are usually sun-deprived and gloomy. It’s considered a glorious year to have five sunny days for the whole month. Our weather comes from the west or north, traversing Lake Erie and bringing the moisture of the large body of water with it. Upon reaching land, this water-soaked air forms clouds, blotting out the sun and showering us in rain, ice, and snow until the lake freezes.
There is an exception to our gloom when a large high-pressure air mass moves in from northern Canada. This air is as dry as a desert and cannot pick up enough moisture to cloud us over. This means sunny days for NEO. It also means we receive incredibly frigid air, plunging us into single-digits or below-zero temperatures.
Ginger’s favorite pastime is barking at the neighbors on sunny days when it is not too gloomy. When she isn’t barking at them, she is looking out for them so she can bark at them. Nothing fills her heart with glee more than soaking in the sun while waiting for the neighbors to do something around their homes. Ah, the joys of the warm sun penetrating her fur while leisurely lounging in the yard is a treat that soothes the beast in her.
This past week saw three amazing days of sunshine in an otherwise gloomy month. Ginger could not help but notice the sun glistening on the fallen snow. The brightness of the day beckoned her to go out and enjoy it. Despite my warnings, she rang her bell to go outside. The glare from the bright sun lit up her face. It quickly turned to a frown, discovering the high for the day was a measly five degrees Fahrenheit. She kicked at the door two minutes later and barked for me to hurry up ten seconds later. She entered her door, grumbling about the cold air like the old lady she is. As the attached picture shows, she is gloomy even on a sunny day.
I want to thank everyone who reads my blogs. I hope they bring a little joy to your life. If you like my blogs, please subscribe for email distribution at www.dannymacauthor.com.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
Mac’s Moments – Gloomy Ginger
Hello to all,
Januarys in northeast Ohio (NEO) are usually sun-deprived and gloomy. It’s considered a glorious year to have five sunny days for the whole month. Our weather comes from the west or north, traversing Lake Erie and bringing the moisture of the large body of water with it. Upon reaching land, this water-soaked air forms clouds, blotting out the sun and showering us in rain, ice, and snow until the lake freezes.
There is an exception to our gloom when a large high-pressure air mass moves in from northern Canada. This air is as dry as a desert and cannot pick up enough moisture to cloud us over. This means sunny days for NEO. It also means we receive incredibly frigid air, plunging us into single-digits or below-zero temperatures.
Ginger’s favorite pastime is barking at the neighbors on sunny days when it is not too gloomy. When she isn’t barking at them, she is looking out for them so she can bark at them. Nothing fills her heart with glee more than soaking in the sun while waiting for the neighbors to do something around their homes. Ah, the joys of the warm sun penetrating her fur while leisurely lounging in the yard is a treat that soothes the beast in her.
This past week saw three amazing days of sunshine in an otherwise gloomy month. Ginger could not help but notice the sun glistening on the fallen snow. The brightness of the day beckoned her to go out and enjoy it. Despite my warnings, she rang her bell to go outside. The glare from the bright sun lit up her face. It quickly turned to a frown, discovering the high for the day was a measly five degrees Fahrenheit. She kicked at the door two minutes later and barked for me to hurry up ten seconds later. She entered her door, grumbling about the cold air like the old lady she is. As the attached picture shows, she is gloomy even on a sunny day.
I want to thank everyone who reads my blogs. I hope they bring a little joy to your life. If you like my blogs, please subscribe for email distribution at www.dannymacauthor.com.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
Januarys in northeast Ohio (NEO) are usually sun-deprived and gloomy. It’s considered a glorious year to have five sunny days for the whole month. Our weather comes from the west or north, traversing Lake Erie and bringing the moisture of the large body of water with it. Upon reaching land, this water-soaked air forms clouds, blotting out the sun and showering us in rain, ice, and snow until the lake freezes.
There is an exception to our gloom when a large high-pressure air mass moves in from northern Canada. This air is as dry as a desert and cannot pick up enough moisture to cloud us over. This means sunny days for NEO. It also means we receive incredibly frigid air, plunging us into single-digits or below-zero temperatures.
Ginger’s favorite pastime is barking at the neighbors on sunny days when it is not too gloomy. When she isn’t barking at them, she is looking out for them so she can bark at them. Nothing fills her heart with glee more than soaking in the sun while waiting for the neighbors to do something around their homes. Ah, the joys of the warm sun penetrating her fur while leisurely lounging in the yard is a treat that soothes the beast in her.
This past week saw three amazing days of sunshine in an otherwise gloomy month. Ginger could not help but notice the sun glistening on the fallen snow. The brightness of the day beckoned her to go out and enjoy it. Despite my warnings, she rang her bell to go outside. The glare from the bright sun lit up her face. It quickly turned to a frown, discovering the high for the day was a measly five degrees Fahrenheit. She kicked at the door two minutes later and barked for me to hurry up ten seconds later. She entered her door, grumbling about the cold air like the old lady she is. As the attached picture shows, she is gloomy even on a sunny day.
I want to thank everyone who reads my blogs. I hope they bring a little joy to your life. If you like my blogs, please subscribe for email distribution at www.dannymacauthor.com.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
