On Monday August 30, 1993, I got the call I do remember. Shock is too thin a word. The hardest hit to the most sensitive part of a man doesn’t come close to conveying how I felt when my brother told me my mother had shot herself. She was only 61.
Began writing mid-January 2018; just passed the 100,000-word mark. Historical fiction (my fourth story/project in the genre) for publication Spring 2019. The Rome he has been trained to serve, the Rome of Augustus and Germanicus, was gone. In its place stood Neronopolis, ruled by a megalomaniac brat.” ―James Romm, Seneca at the Court of Nero […]
Began writing mid-January 2018; just passed the 72,000-word mark. Historical fiction (my fourth story/project in the genre) for publication Spring 2019.
I just passed the 51,000-word mark in a historical fiction project (Book 1 of 4) for a client. The book has action, revenge, retribution, a secret love that if found out will result in agonizing death, and high-stakes for an entire culture at risk of being wiped out by the mightiest military on the face […]
I work with clients internationally, so travel as needed for their project. Sometimes I’m included in things, events, etc. as an observer, which contributes to and helps with the writing. And sometimes unexpectedly—to me—things happen, that are both strange… and funny (to me). XXXXs in the narrative that follows indicate redaction of some details. Below […]
I was running late to The Athenaeum, a museum of fine arts in Alexandria, Virginia, for a book event. My Uber driver following his GPS directions had taken a convoluted route, going God knows where, that I had to override from the back seat and tell him how to get close enough for the directions […]
As I write this—from my Pandora random station shuffle—Joan Baez is singing, ‘The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down.’ A song written by Robbie Robertson and originally recorded by the Canadian-American roots rock group The Band in 1969. It’s a first-person narrative relating the economic and social distress experienced by a poor white Southerner during […]
Some of you might be interested in a little glimpse of things in my day working with clients (this one’s name–a scientist–is redacted in the following about their historical fiction project). And don’t let this post’s image fool you… it’s not a ‘shipwreck’ experience (though that is in their story)… ——– Original Message ——– Subject: RE: […]
I was there with ‘what was’… in ‘what is’… and next to ‘what will be.’ My projects (both long- and short-form, for clients and my own work) include nonfiction and fiction. They are not just my work, not just what ‘I do.’ They are vehicles that afford me the opportunity to travel in time and […]
The AFTERWORD for a client project that published in February 2018. When Jack (the author) and I were talking about that book—his second and the complement to his debut title published last year—I thought it was the perfect sequel. And as we developed his first draft, the subject of conversation turned slightly to a title […]