Rise of the Tellers 18: Acceptance

Sit down we have a lot to do in this chapter and we need to get started now. We are going to start in the Wasteland. I have to show you how eight years after the Battle of Normal Street, Assassin finally found peace. Now it is dark in the Wasteland and there is nothing… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 18: Acceptance

Rise of the Tellers 17: The Younger

Ten months earlier we were watching Rayph play on the floor in our living room and Bekah looked at me with sadness on her face and motioned to him. “He looks lonely,” she said. I looked at him and in that moment she was right. He did look lonely. I had known he would. When… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 17: The Younger

Rise of the Tellers 16: Eldest

Christmas 2005 and me and Bekah have opened all of our presents before going to her parents’ house and we look around the house. We look at the tree. We look at each other and we can feel it. There is a gaping hole here. Something is missing from our lives. Someone. Not long after,… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 16: Eldest

Rise of the Tellers 12: Latoka

It was the first house I lived in that had a fenced-in yard. The first house I lived in that had a dishwasher. It was the house I brought my first-born son home to, and the one I carried my wife over the threshold of. I finished my first novel in the house on Latoka.… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 12: Latoka

Rise of the Tellers 9: Please

My birthday was one day off of Grasp’s. Every time I had a party or celebrated at all I thought of him all day. So to break this problem wide open I decided to celebrate my half birthday. My birthday would come and go unmentioned but when the half birthday came around we would go… Continue reading Rise of the Tellers 9: Please

The New Girl 18: Future Part 3

On stunned legs I wobbled up to the front of the class. I didn’t trust my voice, but to my professor I said with a croak, “You meant upper classmen, right?” He turned to me with a broad smile. He was a powerful, if not rotund, man with a full head of salt and pepper… Continue reading The New Girl 18: Future Part 3

Building a Style

I had not done my homework, and my voice and my style were suffering. I went to a workshop aspiring writers called Break Out Novel Intensive put on by a genius named Donald Maass. Donald is an agent in New York with an impressive client list as well as an author himself who writes under… Continue reading Building a Style

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