I’m almost done with Grey Winter, the sequel to my novel Blue Fall and the second in the Tournament Series of books that Griffith Publishing has been focused on now for the better part of a year. Almost done! Isn’t that great? That’s just great. I’ve given myself so many cookies-of-congratulation I’m growing a soft,…
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Something extraordinary has happened: Apparently I now love YA novels. I don’t know when this happened. It seems counter to logic; that a man growing older somehow is regressing in the age range of his taste for books. I mean, if you were to ask me, I’d say that my tastes in literature haven’t really…
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All around Menolo Park, California, the Ducati and Ferrari dealerships are preparing themselves for the Facebook IPO. Managers of jewelry stores and walk-in-humidor companies and purveyors of gold plated toilets are all rubbing their hands together and grinning like villains because a lot of young people are about the get very rich. At the risk…
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Sometime over the last fifteen years something big happened in writing, a huge change that occurred so gradually that nobody realized it. Like frogs in pots of slowly warming water, we all enjoyed the bath until the cook came into the kitchen, and now it’s too late. People have stopped deleting things. I’ve seen it…
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After more time spent editing various things than I’d rightly care to admit, and more time beyond that reading things that others publish and “back seat editing” (I cannot help myself, I see unnecessary commas everywhere: in essays, in books, in posts, behind trees, driving cars, walking their dog in the park…) I have come…
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