Some things are just true. I once heard a comedian say, "Stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason." I don't remember who. It was the opening line of his routine, and the rest was all about some things just being true, none of it PC. It was funny because it's kind of true. It's actually true... Continue Reading →
It has been a long and brutal summer. Like every author alive, I've been going through a thing. You know that thing. It's the thing that where you run out of steam, and you try to push through it. But, you can't, and you start to question your writing, your mission, nay, your existence. That... Continue Reading →
Mommy, why do vampires sparkle? They don't, or they didn't used to. My generation just hasn't been satisfied with anything, unless they're throwing glitter on it. Including our horror icons. I don't know if it's the writer's impulse to make things new and different, or if the audience was just tired of the darkness,... Continue Reading →
It has a name... Semantic Satiation Think of it as beating a dead horse... with a tire iron...throughout the entire book. It's one of the basic peeves I have with any book, including my own. Every author has words they favor, and words they just like. One of mine is plethora. Pleth-or-a. I love that... Continue Reading →
Romance. Space Opera. Something furry. You just never know where I'll end up, and I like it. This morning I was listening to a podcast while I day-jobbed, about writing. Of course. There's this whole other world out there of writers, and podcasts, and talk radio, and theory and technique. Then, there's me. Over here.... Continue Reading →
Decisions, decisions. We all know they have to die. I mean, yeah, we love them, but the show must go on. You should never shy away from killing off a character. Sometimes, things have to happen, and here's why? Who do you love? The first thing I always consider is who is loved in my... Continue Reading →
Where we live, it's winter, if you can call this that. It is rainy and in the fifties, and it's muddy. This is the true Southern Christmas. Mud pies, not snowmen. It's in this backdrop that I'm trying to write a Summer adventure in paranormal activity. It should be interesting. The upside is the South... Continue Reading →
Brother's Keeper is Released! This book is a sequel, and it's best enjoyed after Brother Mine, the first in the pair. Bryson Cantwell has lost almost everything. As an assassin, he lives on a razor's edge of losing it all every day, but since Cari Renata came into his life there is so much more... Continue Reading →
The writer's life is not for everyone. Beyond all those pesky concerns about, ya know, eating and where you're gonna live, there are the voices in your head. The one's that don't let you sleep til all hours. The ones that argue over who's first and who's right. Oh, yeah, and then people think you're... Continue Reading →
