Category: Writing

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Thunder from the Throne

    They all cross over each other, you see. You have to see the problem with that. They all cross over. You read one book and you haven’t seen anything. The next fills in more space. The next, more, then four series later you are still neck deep in the world of the first book. It…

  • Thoughts on Immortality

    I am not defending my book. I have read a few reviews that disagree with my rendering of an old character. That character’s actions have been called into question with the idea that he is old, and so he should know better. I have done a lot of thinking about the nature of immortality and…

  • Viva La Revolution: Character Motivation

    I’m back to set fire to a few ideas and tip over a van or two. I want to break apart the things we as writers do to create characters, because we have been fed a line, told by teachers and mentors certain ways to make a character that are not working. Many of our…

  • The Goddess

    She was crying. I was in a cardboard cut-out restaurant, a place we have seen over and over again, trying to eat a meal without a soul while I stole glances at my college Lit book. And this girl was weeping. It was the kind of crying you do when your heartbreak is new, when…

  • Waiting for the Sun to Go Down

    There is a low hum.  A bit of a hiss. Like that first few minutes on vinyl before the song starts. You can hear the song churning out low and slow. You are in the dark now. Lying on your floor with those huge headphones on. Around you, the world is still going. You have…

  • Epic?

    There is a form of art that has always inspired me. When I think of the amount of work that would be put into such a piece, it humbles me. This form is the epic poem, or epic ballad. The form demands a few features. First it is written in verse. Often there is a…