My morning alarm was a lightning strike. 3AM, and the rain was rattling the metal roof and both Mary Ann and I were shaken out of a deep sleep. “Henry … is the Jeep?” I already had that same thought. “It’s already too late.” I wasn’t about to run out into a raging thunderstorm to… Continue reading Lightning
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Gray Days
Page 200-something on my latest novel, and nothing is more important that finding the right way to get Jerry and his new alien friend back across the teleportation portal. At times like this, I want nothing more than calm, uneventful days, where the my mind is more occupied with alien worlds and character development than… Continue reading Gray Days