Big announcement time: I’d like to introduce NO MAN’S LAND, a new novel series of magic, gunslinging and tall tales.
It’s been a little while since I’ve checked in here. Don’t worry, I haven’t been abducted or putting off writing. I’ve actually been very hard at work cranking out chapters, making edits and cleaning up some spots in the novel.
Sometimes I need a little music to help me get in the mood of the scene I’m writing.
Timothy felt his anger swell beneath the heavy layers his mother made him wear outside. He’d been lied to long enough.
I am invisible, secluded in a corner of my homebound train as it groans and clatters its only song across a thousand miles of tracks. Out of the window, telephone lines bob and weave against the blazing sky. Days-old patches of snow tuck away into the red earth while blackjack oaks fade into the endless, sun-drenched horizon.
It was the perfect night for Jim to drive his love, Angie, to his favorite spot along the scenic drive. They were just going to watch the sunset at first, but the orange skies lazily turned jet black and they weren’t ready to end their romantic evening just yet.