When I talk to people about the novel I’m working on, they often ask how I came up with the idea. Here’s the answer.Read More
The first scene in the novel (at the moment), introducing two of the three main characters.Read More
Something a bit different for me. The opening scene of a psychological thriller short story.Read More
An excerpt from early in The Distance Between Us featuring Meredith and her party friend Annie, and the first hint of complication in the novel.Read More
It was summer and night in this city in the desert
and though the heat of the day had diminished
it lingered long, humid on our skin
as we lay on the grass and watched a hundred stars fall.
Crippled sun lying low,
hugging tops of trees…
Churning through the first rough grind,
the slurry of coarse grit and violent impact
tearing sharp edges from rough stones.
Following the exercise in a poetry book
I divided my page with a vertical line
labeled one column love and the other hate
and filled each list with my scribbled passions
Pressed hip to my hip on the bench seat of my granddad’s GMC pickup. It handles better in the snow. Anyway my Pinto’s busted. When I told Don about the broken shock on the Pinto, he pinned me, hand to my throat, against the kitchen cabinets, and Mom screamed his name, and I went to live with my grandparents in their creaking floor house.Read More
Three point one four one five nine two six and
that’s as many places as I’ve ever known.
Because what’s the point of memorizing cold numbers?
However long, they will never touch you where you stand
apart from me, always in sight, just out of reach.