Monday, September 4, 2017

This month I'm participating in #30Authors30Days along with twenty-nine other authors. We're all posting and blogging and tweeting about each other, so I'll post something here once each week.

This week, I'll start with the first few authors on the list, including Lucinda Hawks Moebius, the organizer of the effort.


Rose Montague 

JeffrySmith  (aka Andy Zach)

Russ Gurnhill

Lacey Roberts

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Gearing up for the Moriarty Mini-Comic-Con on Saturday August 5, where I'll be selling all of my books and enjoying the other activities. Events like this are great for meeting with readers and other writers.


Sunday, July 9, 2017

This is the start of a Fairy Tale I'm writing for a class:

Once there was an island, not far from the mainland. The island’s harbor was a trading port. Ships came from the mainland and other islands to trade for the very special red olives that grew only on the island.

The island’s ruler had three daughters. The eldest daughter, Lyrica, played the flute with such grace and beauty it made the birds jealous. Her sister, Appolina, was a scholar. She’d read every book in the castle’s library and frequented the bookstores in the harbor village, searching for more. And the youngest girl, Kalamatia, grew the best olives on the island.

One day, a ship arrived in the harbor from the mainland carrying, in addition to goods for trade, three young men. They were all fair of face, though one was dark, one was fair and the third had ginger hair. They wore regal jackets adorned with gold braid and brass buttons, and were in fact princes from the mainland.

The three young men presented them at the castle atop the highest hill on the island, bringing greetings from their father, the king. But the ruler of the island did not like the king, afraid he might want to invade. So he sent them away to find food and drink near the harbor.

Now the oldest of the princes, Tenorio, loved to sing. He had the voice of a nightingale, sweet and pure. As they walked back down to the town, he sang one of his favorites. But rather than sounding beautiful, it clashed with the dissonant sounds of a flute. “Go on,” he told his brothers. “For I must find the person playing that awful flute and trounce him.

The other two continued to descend the hill, but the first shop they came to was a bookstore. “I’ll stop here a while,” said the blond brother, Libro. “They may have a book I’ve been searching for.”


The third brother, the redhead named Ceraon, was more interested in the food available on the island. In truth, he was a renowned chef. He’d heard of the marvelous olives grown on the island and wondered what delicacies were prepared with them.  

Thursday, June 15, 2017