Politics

It appears to me that no matter what side of the political divide a person may fall, red or blue, conservative or liberal, right or left, the persons on the opposite side of the chasm are all considered to be liars. The truly sad thing - it also appears they are all correct.

Laughter

I awoke in the night to the sound of laughter. I rolled over to find my young son in bed between us, sleeping peacefully, with a smile on his face.  

My Newest Book

The Coast - Available at Amazon.com

Evan Stanley is a disillusioned insurance fraud investigator. When a friend is savagely murdered while investigating a claim, he is drawn into a journey of intrigue and suspense from which he may not return.

Evan likes his work but hates his job. He is an experienced Special Investigator for National Insurance Company, but management doesn’t like his attitude. While investigating a routine personal injury claim on the sultry Mississippi gulf coast, he inadvertently uncovers a conspiracy of corruption and murder. Traversing the back roads and bayous of the Deep South, from Biloxi to New Orleans to Memphis, Evan follows the trail through a storm of events to an explosive conclusion.

Book Review - Another Day Another Name

Another Day Another Name: A Pulp Noir Thriller (Killer, Candor, Liar, Lover Book 1)

Have a minor dispute with your business partner? Kill him.

A rival business refuses your buyout offer? Kill the CEO.

In a dystopian setting, after “The Crash,” corporations police themselves and justice is outsourced to private security firms allowing ruthless corporate espionage to become standard business practice.

Enter the assassins.

ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER NAME is a page turner, the plot twisting and turning through the halls of corporate intrigue leading to a surprise ending. A good read!

On Writing

I write. Maybe not well. And certainly not fast. It's hard for me. Bits and pieces of a story, flashes, like excerpts from a movie, flow through my mind. I can’t help it. But it is extremely difficult to knit them all into a coherent narrative.

Much of the problem is a matter of self-discipline, or lack thereof. My day job is boing. It pays the bills, but lacks any sense of fulfillment. Sometimes I feel as if I must suffer from ADD. As I try to work the images drive out all other thoughts, and little productive gets accomplished. I try to take a few minutes to write, but the words just won’t come.

But I’m getting better.