About William Emeny

William grew up in rural upstate New York attending a one room school on the very same unpaved road on which Henry Knox moved cannon from Fort Ticonderoga to Boston. He has a B.S.E.E. from Syracuse University, a passion for electronics, the woods, all things wild and romance novels. It has been his long time dream to write historical fiction. Bill lives with his wife, son, four horses, a dog and whatever else strays by on their 50 acre farm.

What’s in Your Back Yard?


A Great Blue Heron!  If you look closely, you can actually see his tongue.  Now we know where the poly wogs came from!  Our fountain is full of them.  The poly wogs eat the algae and keep the water clean, so we are happy

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Hard at Work or Hardly Working?

At Work?

Hard At Work?

My new story was going so well, then all of a sudden, nothing. Maybe it was the nice weather. I would so more rather be outside working on something, than sitting in front of a computer daydreaming. I don’t think it is writers block; I think it is rebellion.

Abby and Michael are staying in his parent’s tavern and have just spent the night bundling. Now they are on their way to retrieve the sawmill parts from the ship docked near by on the Hudson River, and here my daydream stops. Maybe I should go on to something else.

How does one haul saw mill parts, what ever they might be, through a wilderness where no trail exists? How do you make it interesting, entertaining and adventuresome? Help, I need inspiration.

Looking Back

Luykas Van Alen House

Luykas Van Alen House

Once you start something, never look back; I did and I found out things I didn’t want to know. Now I need a major revision to the premise of my new story. Ignorance can certainly be bliss. Continue reading

Why Do I Care About the Old Post Road?

Tavern where "Abby" takes place

Tavern where “Abby” takes place

You may wonder why I care about the Old Post Road. There are two reasons. First I lived near the Post Road as a youth and I often road my horse along it on my way to swim in Kinderhook Creek (Jamie’s creek) after chores on a hot summer night. At the time, Continue reading

Notes from Sue: It’s not the beach but…

BillGreenHouseIt’s a glorious clear sunny day, and unusual for this part of the world at this time of the year (Lake Ontario provides lots of snow and clouds).  Continue reading

Reading for High School English

Photograph by George Grall  NationalGeographic.com

Photograph by George Grall

All through high school I was something of an adventurous reader and sometimes it became a problem. In one of my English classes, our assignment was to read some nonfiction; our choice. Continue reading

Amigo and Mom

Wild Bill & Amigo

Wild Bill & Amigo

My mother was afraid of horses, or maybe more accurately, uneasy around them. After all, they are large and my mother barely made it to five feet, so it seemed natural that she would avoid getting to close to Amigo. A safe distance was behind Continue reading

The Crow Hunt (a Wild Bill and Amigo story)

Wild Bill & Amigo

Wild Bill & Amigo

One of my favorite past times, as a kid of sixteen, was crow hunting. I used to spend hours following flocks of crows, trying to get close enough to shoot one. Back then, flocks of two or three hundred crows were not uncommon. Continue reading

Adventures of Wild Bill and Terry the Dog

Wild Bill & Amigo

Wild Bill & Amigo

Terry the Dog, who was part Doberman and part Shepard, was brought up in Newark, New Jersey. When I first met him, I was about fifteen or sixteen and he was about two years old and needed a new home because he had out grown his old home and outstayed his welcome. Continue reading

Sad Day in our Household

Copper, Jan. 2013

Copper, Jan. 2013


Sue here.  Just a quick comment.

Copper our beloved dog and family pet died unexpectedly Sunday. She was 14 years old and we’ve had her since she was weaned at 6 weeks.

It is amazing how one misses tripping over the dog in the kitchen.  (She was always right underfoot waiting for a “goodie” or some tasty morsel to fall on the floor.)  Bill misses her “help” feeding the horses.  She eagerly went with him daily to the barn.

She was truly a part of the family and will be sorely missed.  Unfortunately, I don’t have any current (ie. digital) pictures I can post.  All the older non-digital ones are hanging in collages on the wall!

The whole family is a bit devastated, but the blogs will continue later in the week.

Young Copper

Young Copper