To write a novel is often an impossible chore, or at least it can feel like it. Time spent in planning and plotting, time spent in discussion and reflection, demands recognition. You live with this story for so long it becomes an obsession. It becomes the thing you do with your mind when it is… Continue reading The Secret Book
Category: Writing
Forecast for the Coming Storm
I would like to forecast the year to come and let you know what is in the mix for 2019. I really enjoyed putting out a newsletter. It allowed me to talk about things I just had no forum to discuss. Last year we talked about Kestic, Land of Monsters, and Teretal, Land of Beasts. We… Continue reading Forecast for the Coming Storm
Illusions of Dialogue: Exposition
Conversation is as complicated as it gets. The subtleties of the way people talk, coupled with the body language used and the flavors of tone, make a symphony of complexity that can be difficult to sort out. When you add to the fact that often times written word does not allow for tone and body… Continue reading Illusions of Dialogue: Exposition
The Weaving of Threads
When I was telling the story of Rayph and his crew in the series The Manhunters, I had to think about it on a number of levels. Had to create a story that possessed many lengths and layers. There is a trick to this. No one wants to read a story with no ending. When readers… Continue reading The Weaving of Threads
The Beginning
With the release of Crown, the third book in The Manhunters trilogy, the story is told. It is time to wrap up the drama of Rayph and his crew facing off against the worst criminals of the world. The crew has taken its last job and the fate of the nation rests now in the… Continue reading The Beginning
The Man in the Clouds
My life is like no one else’s. It takes a genius like my wife to design the kind of life I live, a beautiful, driven and devastating mind to build and up keep the construct I wander through. It scares me how perfect it is in its creation and how delicate it has become, how… Continue reading The Man in the Clouds
The Old Man’s Song
I never knew his name. My parents did. They knew him well. He was a friend to my stepfather, a pillar of my neighborhood, a person the adults all respected. We just called him The Old Man. The Old Man was grouchy. As I look back on him now, I can see that he was… Continue reading The Old Man’s Song
