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And, begin . . .

You made it!


So glad you found your way here.


As Lao Tzu so famously said, “the journey of a thousand miles begins with one blog post.”


When I started clacking away on my oh-so-hip mechanical keyboard back in September of 2015, I wasn’t sure that I would ever get to this post. On the way here, I established some intimate relationships with the characters from The Vials of Our Wrath. My imaginary friends are now part of my life and my story, and I will always be grateful to them for sharing their secrets.


The generosity and encouragement of friends and family has kept my spirit well-fed, in spite of the fits of self-doubt inherent in the writing process, and in spite of the slow dissolution of our country and the precipitous increase in meanness in the world. I spend a lot of time in my own head, a science fiction world that’s not always the best place to hang out. I will ever be grateful to Susannah for her willingness to stay there with me.


The industry that serves, and in some cases, takes advantage of, aspiring writers is far bigger than I imagined. If you don’t believe me, see the site “Editors and Predators.” In the beginning, I was a sucker for every ploy. (Twitter Pitch, anyone?)


I have done laps around the contest and agent query tracks, and subscribed to too many magazines that were going to give me the inside scoop on how to make a living as a writer. I even bought a couple of books about it. They weren’t bad, as far as that goes, but I have learned much more from just reading good fiction.


I have always written, always collected stories. My day jobs have provided me with some really compelling material, which humbles and inspires me.


And now I have birthed a book into the world. I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. But not editing, nobody likes editing.


I will post the detritus of my mind on this blog at least every week. Hope to see you back soon.

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