New Website, new city, new focus

Hello everyone.  I think I mentioned it before, but when life changed a few years ago, and circumstances had us moving from Los Angeles to St. Louis, I started learning coding.  When we moved to Chicago, I started a graduate program in Computer Science with an emphasis on Game Development.  It’s been far more math and coding than I had originally expected, but I still think that it’ll be a good vessel for story-telling.  Now that we’ve moved to Seattle, I’ve reduced my class load so I could work on a game of my own.  It’s still a long way from finished, but if you’re interested in video games or game development, I’ve started a dev blog on my game company’s website: 


I’ll still pop on this blog from time to time to give updates.  The short film based on my short story “The Assistant” is nearly finished with post-production, and I can’t wait to share more information about it when I have it.  I also do plan to get back to writing regular fiction at some point, but it’s on the back burner for now.

My Books Are On Sale


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All this movie stuff has gotten me thinking about publishing again.  It’s not that I don’t want to, I’ve just been busy.  I have a number of practically finished stories that just need a little massaging.  Hopefully, I’ll be able to publish some new stuff sometime in the near-ish future.

In the meantime, I haven’t done a sale in a long time, so I decided to put my books on sale.  Some are on a countdown, others are free!  Links below.


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The Assistant is Going to Be a Movie!


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Hi all.  Sorry for the silence.  It’s been a long time since I posted here regularly.  But I wanted to drop in to share the news that my short story The Assistant from The Future Chronicles Special Edition, is being turned into a short film by a production team in Austin.

They are currently raising funds on Indiegogo.  It looks like they’ve hit their original goal, and have set a new goal for the remaining few days.  Stop by and check it out if you’re interested.

I’m beyond excited to see this story turned into a film and extremely honored for the opportunity.

Do me, yourself, and our world one favor, please.

This has been a rough week.  The country is divided, and on both sides most everyone seems angry, stressed, and worried.  I, personally, think that we have every reason to be.  But I’m not going to get into that here.  That isn’t what this website is for. However, I am enough of a Futurist at this point to be scared.  And so I 𝗮𝘀𝗸 just 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀/𝘀𝗲𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁: take a minute to 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙. You don’t have to post it here, just 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 about it.

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Writing Wednesday – Finding Balance in Content

Alright, so this is a bit of a movie review.  I just saw Suicide Squad and it made me think.
I’m just going to say it… not that bad. Actually entertaining mostly, and well acted. A lot of people have complained about the amount of Joker in it. I think it was just the right amount. There may have been one or two people that were unnecessary, and maybe low expectations help, but all in all, it was enjoyable.
There is one main issue that I had with the movie:

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A Clockwork Heart



As she lay there, head on his chest, she heard the soft whirl of his artificial heart.  She could hear the mechanical sound of blood being pushed from one chamber to another via the automated valves.

As she listened, she realized how much she missed the sound his heart used to make.  The swoosh of a muscle slightly out of rhythm and the click it made at the end of a beat as it struggled to move the blood from one side to the other.  The sound that indicated a defect that nearly took his life.

She was grateful for his new heart and his continued health.  Yet there was something about prosthetic which made her feel uneasy.  Beyond anything else, she concluded that it must be the way it functioned.  It was smooth and calculated.  It was an even system unmatched by even the healthiest of hearts.

This new organ kept secrets  She missed the way her touch used to cause his heart to race and then listening to it pound and eventually calm after they had been intimate.  She used to be able to read him by listening to that heart.  Now, she could only guess at what he was feeling.

He placed a hand under her chin and lifted her face to his.  At first, she avoided eye contact, feeling guilty for her thoughts and irrationally worried that he’d somehow developed an ability to read her mind.

She couldn’t look away forever, and the longer she tried, the worse she felt.  She met his gaze and peered deep.  As she met his eyes, she instantly knew that he had no inkling of her longing.

The longer she looked, the more she realized she didn’t need his heart to tell her what he felt.  She had his eyes.  Were those to ever be in question, she had his touch.  She had the soft breath from his mouth on her cheek.  She had a sensation that she couldn’t quite name.  A warmth that projected from him to her.  A sense of calm and love that could only be felt with the deepest parts of her.

He leaned and kissed her mouth sweetly.  She let the emotion overwhelm her until her heart was racing enough for the both of them.


***The social anxiety part of me says that I need to put a disclaimer before the following letter because, to me, it sounds so serious.  Don’t worry, no one died, and I’m not quitting writing.  I don’t want to make anyone feel bad. This letter is just something that I needed to write.***


I’d address this letter to you, but I know it won’t be read by you.  I can’t claim that I don’t think about you often.  And I miss you more than words can say.  Most of me understands that I’ll never have you back, but part of me still believes that I can.

I often find my mind drifting to the past.  I think about the times when everything seemed great.  Happiness seemed abundant, and the future was full of infinite possibilities, nearly all of them good. Continue reading

I found Kara

I was looking at stock photos, and I happened across this one.  And the first thing that went through my mind was: that’s Kara from my novel Otherworlders.  Or at least pretty close.  Of course, as with any story, the reader tends to imagine what’s right for them and their interpretation of the story.  Which, in my opinion, is the best way to read.  But this is a little peak at what was going through my head when I envisioned her (even though I found this long after).

Portrait of post apocalypse girl which shows a gesture to the shot. Woman in protective suit and mask

Writing Wednesday – Get Published


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Last Week’s WW: Resolutions


See that cover?  It’s got my fella‘s name on it.  This will be the first thing that he’s published, and I’m very proud of him.  But I didn’t just come here to brag.  I came to offer a little advice: Publish!

It’s not an easy thing to do.  Emotionally, any way.  Publishing a work means letting it go.  It’s putting it out into the world, hoping no one hates it, but accepting the possibility that they might, and being okay with it.  It’s understanding that something you created isn’t yours anymore.  It’s splitting open your chest and placing it’s contents out for all the world to see.  It’s you at your most vulnerable.

It’s also you at your strongest.  It’s showing the world and yourself what you can do.  It’s proving that you’ve created something from nothing.  It’s wearing your iron armor and walking otherwise naked into the streets.  You’re strutting your stuff, and you want everyone to look.

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