It's been a while, although I'm not too embarrassed by that fact since I don't think anybody has really found this little website of mine...

Oil lamps bright, feeble starlight, Pea-soup on a square mile night. River tarries adjacent to cobbled streets, Slices through avenues...

I did a thing when I should have been working on Base Fear book 6, but what writer can't identify with that level of procrastination,...

When you develop PTSD and an intense fear of bears after the attack, people won't tell you that it's not all bears. For my first blog...