When Jeff Smith awakens in a Columbus, Ohio, hospital, he is a man devoid of any memory. With no missing persons matching his description, and no family to speak of, Smith is forced to piece together a life he cannot remember. He is haunted by dreams of someone he thinks to be his own undiscovered past. He chases this ghost from his dreams across the nation, failing to find anything other than c...

It has been some time since I have done any writing on the informal side. That is a fancy way of saying that my sports writing has been pretty much it for me for the past couple of months. There is nothing really wrong with that either. At the moment, I am in the post first draft stage of completion.I have written my third novel. It is in the hands of beta readers and reviewers. But while I was on

I find the process of promoting my work an oddity.Last night was a night away from all responsibility as I went out with some high school friends in celebration of the lot of Lancers achieving the 'golden' status of turning fifty years old. The older members of our class are doing so this fall, so we decided an impromptu mini-reunion was in order.In so doing, we ventured out to listen to music, dr

Here is an excerpt from one of the novellas I mentioned in yesterday's post. This is from a chapter titled 'Welcome' My city of ruins, my city of hope. Trapped inside a city decaying not from rust or external wear, mind you, but from within. The moral turpitude which had once been not exactly above reproach, but had offered a certain hope for the future seemed long gone; buried in the faded light

As I was driving home tonight (technically I was driving to the gym prior to driving home), I was having an imaginary conversation, something I do frequently, and in this conversation, a new idea was born.Funny, because it seems Cornell Drive here in Portland is the genesis for multiple ideas. Grand Illusion was born from a driver over Cornell, though that was not an imaginary conversation as much

It has been quite a year. Three completed novels, but little in the way of time for marketing. This weekend I have spent far many more hours preparing for that next phase, trying to establish a presence.Sure. I have been to writers groups on Facebook, I have a page created, I have a twitter account, this blog, and even a personal website. And each of those things need to be cultivated and managed.

Today we said goodbye to a friend. Truthfully, as the pastor said, we did not really say good bye, only realizing that we will meet again someday in a world far better than the one we inhabit. The service was not only brilliantly and beautifully coordinated, it was indicative of a meaningful life well lived. There were men, women, children, people of all ages and all walks of life gathered to cel...

Today I lost a friend. If there is a Heaven, I guess I should say was separated from a friend as she most certainly would have transcended this life into whatever passes for a Heaven, but she is still lost and so too will the world be lost without her.Some people pass too early, and some last longer than they should, fighting to the very end. Most lives are good and yet eclipsed most noticeably b...

As I look back at the season that was historic on so many levels, it is a certainty that my own experience in 2014 was a bit tainted by choices and situations both within my control and outside the purview of my capabilities. I look to the 2015 season as a season of renewal which is perfect in timing thanks in large part to the efforts of the Flyin' Hawaiian and the misadventures of a writer turne...

Mondays are typically very restricted in my capacity to complete much writing on personal works (which made a release date of Tuesday for my last book all the more insane) as Monday is pretty jam-packed with work outside of writing novels. The day job on most Mondays is completely full, no time to think about my books, let alone write anything, as there are tons of reports due Monday which rely on...