“But here’s the problem: we’re not in the good part anymore. In fact, we’re not even in the main story anymore. We’re in the epilogue.” It’s officially been a year since I started the thrilling, four-post saga that is this Covid-19 diary, (which I warned you wouldn’t last). The continually high positivity rate (and low vaccination rate) has me fearing a societal relapse of unwanted proportions. The first domino to fall in my personal life,…
I don’t write poems much these days. Poetry was something that helped me work out emotions in the formative adolescent years, though as an adult I’ll spit one out occasionally. I have always enjoyed writing with my ear – that is, writing for how the words sound aloud. Even in my prose I read every word aloud during countless revisions. Typically my poems at every stage of life have been downers. I’m a sucker for…
An unfamiliar scene for a “normal Friday night.” Three familiar words: “Don’t go home.” The final conflict is underway. When it ends, we’ll be in another book. Worlds Within: Part Three – Five releases in two days. Preorder (ebook only) here. Paperback will be available June 1. Book One is available in ebook and paperback here – paperback now at a reduced price!
After the return of an old enemy inspired the boys to find missing answers once and for all, the world proved uncooperative. On this day, a demoralized Jake and Kevin agree to give up their quest. Life, after all, keeps going. We know there’s more to the story, of course, and in 12 short days all answers will be revealed – with the release of Book Two. Preorder (ebook only) here. Paperback will be available June 1.…
I must have just spaced out, he thought. Yes, that made sense. Still, the couple paused while Jake continued to observe the distance. Unease crept upon him. He tried to sharpen his focus as it moved like running water along the shore; his gaze flowed to that distant fork in the trail, then with the curvature of the earth trickled up and down the path. All the while he turned the distance over in his…
For over six months the bizarre events have been escalating. By April, Jake and Kevin are sick of it. They find themselves pretending nothing is wrong, even as the dark schemes of the unseen actors continue. Today Kevin cultivates a friendship with Susan Taylor, a classmate from school, while Jake lets himself disappear into his relationship with Sophie. Kevin still had a friend in Jake, but lately they did not spend much time together. They…
I can’t believe we’ve been doing this for a year. Covid-19, that is – I told you I was bad at journals. See, I even had to check to realize I started this last July. So I guess I’m getting there. Honestly, of the factors contributing to the inevitable decline of this segment of my blog, only the one related to the subject is worth writing about. It also explains why there hasn’t been much…
In chapter 7 of Doomsday Breakfast Club, we all find ourselves somewhere in between. “You’re not lousy, John,” I think she’s given me a compliment, as she places tea bags neatly in cups, “you’re just in between right now.” “In between?” She sits in her own chair without making a sound. “Yes. But that’s alright. I’m in between, too.” “Oh?” The tea kettle is about to whine. I can feel the tiredness in my…
It’s been an eventful couple of months for Jake and Kevin. After a few twists I won’t spoil here, March 21 brings the return of a familiar foe. A confrontation with the mysterious shadow leaves the boys reeling. Answers are slowly unveiling themselves, whether the boys are ready for them or not. There won’t be many more of these posts. We’re just over two months away from the release of the next book! You can…
The fact that I’ve fallen in with these hopefuls has made my hopelessness all the more apparent, as though I am a socially defunct adolescent attracted to the butterflies and drama queens. Phyllis and Keith both impress me with their youthful optimism, and both Elizabeth and Cody impress me with their way of standing through life’s storms when optimism wanes. I tend to get swept up in the breeze, making a hurricane of nothing, roughing…