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Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Mr. Dickens

I am astonished, ashamed, and (self)admonished when I see the date of my last post.  I can only blame a combination of life, laziness, and a litany of other excuses that mean little to you, the reader, and will no more excuse my lack of contact than change the date.  I am sorry.  I will strive to do better.  That being said, we are here to speak of Dickens:

How is it, calling myself an author and a lover of books, I have just begun my love affair with Mr. Dickens?  Sure, I was asked to read a Tale of Two Cities in high school, and yes, I skimmed through the lofty pages of expert prose in order to draw only what was vital to regurgitate good marks and participate in class discussion.  Back then I was a great appreciator of plot over all things, including language and character, and as a result, I missed out on much that I still find myself discovering late in life (admittedly in some cases, I did not miss much).  Now—I always had a great affinity for Charles Dickens owing to adaptations of A Christmas Carol that still rank as welcomed mandatory holiday viewing, first in my childhood home and now in the home I share with my wife and daughters, but a twist comes to this holiday season and we have David Copperfield to thank.

Needing an new audiobook to fill the doldrums

Friday, February 17, 2017

The Wasting Chair

The Wasting Chair

In chair He sits as the manor decays,
Old enemies gathering at the gates.
Grown strong with time, and malaise,
Ready to feast upon His chosen fate.
With saddened eyes His children watch,
Emulating—womb state bystanders.
In their own small chair, legs do notch,
The moments too easily pandered.
His wife’s love is all but gone,
To be plucked away by the gathering horde,
Who laughing—mocking His lack of brawn,
Chase her from His heart without need of sword.
The mob has come to claim last of the bole,
New lumber wrought from His weakened soul.


The Coward is old before His time.
His bones ache on ill-used hinges and rusty joints,
His muscles buried and covered with lime.
A corpulent embrace ready to anoint
His favored and constant companions—
Fear and regret are never far from His side,
And they whisper the lulling songs
That keep Him rooted and tied.
He has not forgotten the dreams from youth.
The feel of His sword held tight in His grip,
His mind soaring in search of truth,
His heart His body’s chosen flagship.
Only the love that He bears His family
Hangs fast to guide His last move of sanity.

Monday, January 30, 2017

Ready to play with stingrays off the coast of Grand Cayman
I'm late.  I promised every other Friday and instead, its Monday night and I'm just now getting this done.  But, I hope you'll forgive me.  Salt water and MacBooks don't mix and I was with my beautiful wife on a cruise in the Caribbean.  Although, due to the forces of nature, I wasn't able to dive, we did have a wonderful time and it was certainly nice to leave the government craziness and cold weather behind for a week. 
This trip included Jamaica, Grand Cayman,
Paradise Island (also where they film Corona Comercials)
and the always fun Cozumel.  The people in Jamaica were wonderful, friendly, and full of life, but the weather was bad and the beach chilly.  Grand Cayman (my dive location for the trip) was beautiful—apparently the currents prevented the dive.  We swam with Stingrays on a sandbar off the coast and saw sea turtles at the sanctuary.  Definitely one of the more built up islands with sections rather indistinguishable from the United States or England.  And Cozumel.  If you aren't having a good time in Cozumel, you're hopeless.  We took a speedboat to Paradise Island and laid out on the white sandy beach and swam in water a clear postcard blue-green.

But I'm back now, and hopefully back on track with deadlines, posts, and podcasts.  The first reviews for Scarlet and the Queen of the New World have been fantastic.  A few highlights:



Drinking Cortadito in the Havana Bar on the ship  
"I just can not say enough wonderful things about this series! From the first page in the first book, you are completely drawn in!" Sarah P.
"This book is amazing as its predecessors." Erin Tucker
"I have waited close to a year for this book, and I have to say, I was not disappointed!!!"




Friday, January 13, 2017

Youtube Star?

As promised, the first episode of my Author Youtube Venture (got to come up with a better name) is uploaded and ready for you all to like, share, and enjoy.  I doubt that I'm likely to win any awards, but it's a learning process and I'll get better with time.  I am, however, excited by the subject, Scarlet and the Queen of the New World.  I read the entire preface, which you can enjoy even if you haven't read books one and two—it takes place before the events of Scarlet and the Keepers of Light.

Friday, December 30, 2016

Long Live the Queen

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The new year approaches—in fact it is well within striking distance—and with it comes the hopes and aspirations, resolutions and lofty goal setting that comes with every annual trip around the sun.  I, myself, have set a lofty goal—one I'm so resolute on that I plan on delivering early.  The great news is, that some of you no doubt are going to resolve to read more.  How fortuitous...
Available today on Kindle and at the start of the new year in paperback, I give you 
Scarlet Hopewell and the Queen of the New World!

It has taken a great deal of hard work from my publisher,
Manor Minor Press, and their team of editors, illustrators, and designers, but it was well worth it.  I'm thrilled to have you all read this third volume in Scarlet Hopewell's adventures and to take you back to Satorium to catch up with old friends, and meet some exciting new characters.


Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Facing the Nation

The day will come when men will recognize woman as his peer, not only at the fireside, but in councils of the nation. Then, and not until then, will there be the perfect comradeship, the ideal union between the sexes that shall result in the highest development of the race —Susan B. Anthony

In the wee hours of this morning, over half of this country’s voters woke to heart break and bewilderment.  Just under half, to vindication and conceit.  What had seemed marked for a historic occasion, instead brought to millions of American’s a dawn of real fear and uncertainty—about their rights to equal treatment, their ability to keep their families together, and the nature of what it means to be an American.  They had to figure out how to explain that the words their children heard spoken by the new President Elect during his campaign were not something to emulate, but would in fact get them expelled from school.  That while you can rise to the highest office in the land degrading women and speaking of them and treating them as merely sexual objects, that is not how women deserve to be treated and it not something women should ever tolerate.  That the proverbial melting pot that is the great American experiment is, for the moment, only for those with backgrounds as diverse as English, Irish, German, and Swedish.      

So, as I say good-bye to an America that eight years ago elected a biracial African-American man on a message of hope, diversity, inclusion, and compassion, I face this nation with renewed vigor to demonstrate to my daughters how a good man behaves.  How a good man treats his wife, his children, his mother, and his female coworkers, friends and neighbors.  How he treats those less fortunate and how he responds in both the face of adversity and loss, and in prosperity and triumph.  I face this new nation, so divided by hate and anger, ignorance and malice, with a call to service.  To help teach those like our new President Elect, that science is not magic or fantasy, but the collected human understanding of the natural world and the threats our magnificent earth faces.  To show that fear of what we don’t understand is not cause to turn away, but an opportunity to grow as individuals and expand the boundaries that hold us back from reaching our full potential as a nation.  To demonstrate that compassion is not weakness and that there is a way to stand up for what you believe in, even to defend yourself against the vilest of enemies, with grace and honor.