When the last of the community had finally left, Audrey locked up the church and made the short trip home. Though the two buildings stood within shouting distance, today the walk felt like a Tolkien-esque journey. Where the roadside met their sidewalk, she paused a moment and glanced down the road. Before they’d left, Jen…
Once upon a time, when I was still a paramedic and we’d just finished a particularly unusual call, I remarked to the E.R. doctor that someday I was going to write a book about what it’s like in that world. “Honey, they’ll never believe it,” she said. And I know now that she was right.…
“On the other side of them, at the end of the table, sat Gary and Rachel. Gary made a good living producing and selling his home brews and other spirits, building up a family-run business that kept them all busy.” – Excerpt from In Times of Trouble: Crossroads ****** Please enjoy this recent news story…
Perhaps one of the bigger challenges for a writer is developing characters of the opposite sex and making them convincing. In the first book, this wasn’t too difficult because many of the secondary characters, both male and female, are kinda one-dimensional. They serve more in a supportive role. One exception would be Ruby Fisher, who…
As my third and final book in the In Times of Trouble series was being released, my plans for the days and weeks after was to be focused on promoting the book to current readers as well as reaching a broader audience. For this I’d set aside a budget to work with, and had several…
One of the challenges of any story is to create characters that make the reader feel something. For the good guys, you want the reader to be invested enough to cheer them on when they win or perhaps shed a tear when they die. For the bad guys, you want someone who is despicable enough…
I don’t just write post-apocalyptic fiction, I’m also an avid reader. And by “avid” I mean that I read a lot of it. I’m not entirely sure what draws me to the genre so much. Perhaps in part it’s because one gets to imagine mankind living outside of what is considered “normal.” You know, the…
I don’t normally write poetry. To be honest, I don’t get it, but every once in a while something comes to me fast and I’ve no choice but to write it the way it wants to be. One morning several winters ago, I finally got around to shoveling the driveway. Sure I could have fired…
