A Bottle of Remover

Strange the oddities you can find in the attic of a refurbished home. I was told that the previous owners of my house were eccentric, by five different neighbors, no less, but this was never more evident to me than when I found a bottle in my attic.

“Remover,” the label said.


Immediately, curiosity filled me. “Why,” I said, “this must be half a label. I cannot tell what it removes, or how to remove it.” Continue reading


The Monster Under My Bed

My first thought when I was bounced violently out of my sleep was, “Oh no, did I forget to feed the dog?” Unfortunately, the beast I had forgotten to feed was much bigger, much worse, and much less forgiving.

I crashed into the ceiling, saw stars, and then fell into the calloused green hand of a genuine monster. The rest of the creature glared at me from the gaping hole under my bed, fangs gleaming.


“MMmmMM OKAY,” I told my brain, “it might be good to wake up now.” Continue reading

Dragon vs. Cowboy

I’ve decided that I’m going to start throwing short stories and writing snippets on this blog. It will be a good place to collect the spur-of-the-moment writing that I do. I mean, would you rather read about yet another ‘author experience’, or read a neat little tale about dragons and cowboys?

Yeah, I thought so.


Dust swept across the trembling ground as John Michael Moort rode his steed into the canyon. He was close this time, he knew it. Continue reading

Through the Lichgate

It is done. After over a year of writing, editing, and reading, I present this to you:


My debut work is finished and published, both digitally and in print. It’s been a wild ride,  full of doubts and failures, but I’ve finally found my first story to tell.

Through the Lichgate started as just “Lich,” a book about an unlikely character. I wrote both devout Christianity and powerful necromancy into a teenage high-school girl to see if it would stick. And stick it did. Thana, the main character of Through the Lichgate, is her own person now with her own stories. And what’s more, she spawned a world, a villain, and some friends that are just as interesting as she is.

I really opened up a can of worms here. I hope they taste good. Continue reading

The Support of the Setting

I write Fantasy. Urban fantasy, mostly. I imagine that I’ll eventually branch out and give Science Fiction a shot, or try something more realistic, but so far I have stuck with Fantasy. I like fantasy. Why?

I told myself for years that it was because I liked writing without restraints, without being bound by the rules of the real world. Now that I think about it, this isn’t true. Every world has its own restraints, after all. The restraints that I create, like not being able to undo a spiritual bond, are no different than the real world limitation on human running speed.

Each setting provides rules that cannot be overcome, in one way or another. And each setting provides for amazing successes, deep and suspenseful plots, and moments that shock and astound.

Why then, do I write Fantasy? Continue reading

The Results of My Hiatus

As you might can tell, looking at the archive, this blog has been on hiatus. And oh, what a hiatus it has been.


I can’t go into full details yet, as those are subject to change, but I am currently proofreading the final draft of my first novel. I’ve been calling the book LICH, but I’m certain that it will change by publication.

If you haven’t heard of LICH before now, there are multiple places to learn about it. I’ve posted about the story on Twitter, especially in the #WIPjoy events. Take a look. Continue reading

Reaffirming My Love

So life has been a torrent of things lately. Bought a house, started a new project at work, been planning vacations and summer and so on and so forth. I’ve been busy, and I have two books out to beta readers. So, aside from writing the occasional flash fiction bit and critiquing other works, I’ve fallen down a bit on the job of writing.

I know, I know, shame on me.

But it’s worse than that. As I went on critiquing, I lost some fire. The stuff I was reading was good, that wasn’t the problem. It was just slow going. And then that voice came back, as I looked at all the work I was doing.

“Do you even really like to write, or are you just doing this out of compulsion?” Continue reading