Sunday, January 19, 2020

Once Upon a Midnight Dreary...

...I bet you know the next line, if not the rest.

Sometimes, we can point definitively to the locus of our inspiration, that precise moment our dreams crystallized and help set forth that road which--one way or another--we were destined to sojourn. Other times it is more elusive--we cannot recall any specific moment which set us upon this course, but nonetheless abide it, a covenant blood writ, and which courses though our veins. Indeed, when I'm writing I so often feel, this is what I'm meant to do. 

While I can't pinpoint an exact moment, I can attest how my father reading us Edgar Allan Poe stories when we were little, kindled and stoked my earliest literary embers. Murders in the Rue Morgue might have been the first, and to this day, my favorite. My first dabblings were in fact of the macabre variety, and I would be remiss if I did not today, on Poe's birthday, acknowledge the great master. Here's a look back at one of my favorite guest posts I was fortunate enough to pen on the terrific site of the wonderful KM Weiland. 

Happy birthday, good sir; rest assured, you have through your work achieved immortality, and in this vein may I implore permission to adapt a hallmark phrase every slightly: quote the raven, forevermore... 

Saturday, January 11, 2020

A Strange Matter Indeed....

...That I might pen anything inspired by quantum theory. My kids know more about this stuff than I, mainly due to Marvel, but what can you do? Tickled that the great folks at Quantum Shorts published my flash piece on their great site. It's under consideration for one of their contests, but I'm up against many great writers and probably some quantum physicists and such, so likely a long shot for this wayward scribe, but I enjoyed researching the topic, and crafting this story. I hope you enjoy it.

Artwork by Tapilipa.

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

A Single Flower: A Vision for the New Year

He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world’s heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world’s pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.

Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

Hindsight is 2020, but 2020 is the here and now, and as I ponder my own vision for this new year, I’m unsurprised that a McCarthy quote effervesces to mind. He’s my go-to, a scribe of such surpassing grit, eloquence and vision himself, that I emerge, unfailingly, inspired to write—more and better—after reading anything of his.

2019 was eventful, personally and professionally. A new job, turned 50, a health scare, and my novel was at long last republished. Time plays large in the David Rose series, and it’s hard not to ruminate on it now, with numbers such as 2020 and 50, lurking about. I was scouring some writing contests today, and one was entitled, Old Writers Contest. Don’t say 50, I thought, don’t say 50(though part of me secretly was ok with the notion, inasmuch as I wanted to submit to the contest). Sure enough, 50. Doh! 50 = old, at least as writers go, apparently. Ah well, I’ve always felt old. (They say—whoever they are—it’s not how old you are, but how old you which I now reply: that’s not helping.) 

Alas, most writers are old souls, anyway, I think. Romantics, in our way, even if that’s not our chosen genre(most assuredly not mine—not that there’s anything wrong with that). But even purveyors of the rawest, grittiest prose—McCarthy could be considered among them—have their song to song, their verse to contribute, and want to—perhaps  need to—be read, and be heard. That what they feel, what they think, and the characters and tales who manifest it, might for the reader come alive upon the page, and evoke even a modicum of thought and feeling in turn.

As we turn the page into a new year, I am, like so many of us, setting goals, and making plans. But no matter the goals, the plans, the lists, the numbers, it tends to always come back to that vision of which McCarthy wrote. When all’s said and done, it’s all that I hope for, what most, if not all writers hope for, I’d wager. That through the pain and the beauty, the blood, sweat and tears, the maddening writers’ block and intoxicating moments of epiphany, we might in the end, exact the vision of a single flower(or whatever that vision looks like for you).

May your writing and your vision and your dreams bloom as you desire in this year ahead.

Happy New Year, and thanks as always, for your support.

Friday, December 27, 2019

Update, The Awakening of David Rose

Humbled to be a recipient of the Pinnacle Book Achievement Awards, as The Awakening of David Rose won in the best young adult fiction category. Grateful to Dave, Kirsten, Dale and the whole EP team.

Monday, September 9, 2019

In the Armchair, Author Interview

Giddy to a be "in the armchair" on Nillu Nasser's wonderful blog. Nillu is the purveyor of exquisite, elegant prose, a fellow EP author, and, I am grateful to say, a friend.

Writing's Secret Formula: How to Write Stories that Matter

Always an honor to write for the talented and unfailingly kind Katie Weiland.

Does writing have a secret formula? How do we craft stories and characters that people care about?

Here's my guest post on Katie's award-winning website:

Release Day: The Awakening of David Rose

At once exhilarating and humbling, this writing thing, but you just keep on  truckin'. What a long, strange trip it's been.

Some 13 years after first conceiving it, and 3. 5 years after watching my first publisher go under the same week it originally launched, The Awakening of David Rose has been rebirthed, and I am grateful. I am blessed to be part of an amazing project team at Evolved Publishing, and I want to thank them profusely:

Kirstin Anna Andrews – Editor
Lane Diamond – Senior Editor & Interior Designer
D. Robert Pease – Cover Artist

It truly takes a village.

EP is a great publisher who places quality first and I am thrilled they are down for the three-book D Rose series(I am hard at work on Book II, David Rose & the Forbidden Tournament).

And I remain ever grateful to my children, who inspired the tale and continue each day to make me luckier than I deserve. 

I hope you'll read the book, and I hope you'll like it. I hope you'll consider going over to Amazon or Goodreads and leaving an honest review. I hope you'll perhaps tell a friend. Most of all, I hope you'll take a lesson from me, that it's never too late. Sure, deep down inside I retain a bit of that schoolboy wistfulness and wishfulness,that I might catch lightning in a bottle and hit it big, but I understand those are long odds, and I understand what's truly important: I have wanted to be a writer since childhood, and it means the world to me to have been blessed with the ability and circumstances to accomplish it, even all these decades later. I want my children to see that whatever their passion, whether they ever make a penny from it or achieve critical acclaim, they should never give up on their dreams.

Thank you, each of you, for your friendship and support. The Awakening of David Rose launches today: