Blog

What is it about heroes?

[Once upon a time, I had a blog called The Vale of Tears. I had to leave it behind. This is my new blog in which I contribute to the great conversation. You can get email updates by clicking "follow" out to the side. It wont hurt. It wont fill your inbox with spam or...

Catapult article

Here's an article I wrote that was published by Catapult Magazine. I did not choose the title - the editors made one up. Nevertheless, its up there in cyberspace for all to read. Michael and I stood side-by-side panicking. We were in third grade. Sam was about six...

Great Expectations – perhaps little read anymore, but a great book

1981. My 9th grade English class. The assignment was Great Expectations. It was a time when reading and literature was my enemy. Books were stuffy old furniture. Reading conflicted with my life goal of being a slacker. It threatened to tame the animal nature that was...

Profanity, vulgarity and abusive speech

My completed novel has a few places with strong vulgarities, F-bombs, and some references that many Christians would consider blasphemous. So there I was, on the phone with Westbow Press, the self-publishing branch of Thomas Nelson, a major publisher. They wanted...

I just finished reading a Hemingway book

If you are reading this blog, I assume that in addition to enjoying my stories, you have at least an interest in cultivating an appreciation for good books. Some of my readers are old book hounds. They could definitely wax rhapsodic much better than I will be able to...

Malefic, part 5, The Conclusion

Parents always identify the most exceptional aptitudes in their own children. Perhaps then I can be forgiven for what I have to say next. My little creature began to manifest remarkable talents and cleverness beyond those of other pets, and it would perform unbidden...

Malefic, part 4

I took the brush and dipped it in the vial, then I began to baste the object like a tiny Christmas ham, now merely a ball of confused elements with jagged pieces of sharp metal and bone poking out and tufts of fur in and through and around the messy mixture. As I...

Malefic, part 3

When I arrived back at the manor where my great uncle had allowed me residence, reluctantly I might add, there was not an inch of dry fabric in all my apparel. The chill had numbed my fingers and I fancied that my hair was singed by the lightning that dogged me every...

Malefic, part 2

Chemicals and their esoteric connection to the sustaining of life had always held a particular fascination for me. From the earliest days I would put salt on a slug, and as it melted, quickly apply a solution of camphor and ipecac and watch as it regenerated before my...