Despite my better sense, I’ve been mulling over the sequel to the book I just launched, Soul Survivor. Here’s a taste: Salzburg, Austria After his introduction, the gray-haired man in his 60s got up from his chair on the platform amid applause from the small audience. He looked out over the thirty-some people in the … More Short Story: “The Serpent and the Dove”
It wasn’t just a dragon. It was an ancient dragon. And I was on its bad side. Wait, let me back up here. I’m a big fan of the game Skyrim, so much a fan that my character has gotten really good. And fighting things like dragons have become pretty commonplace. I’ve slain my share … More Lessons from a Dragon
I’m in a fortunate position in that I don’t have to rely on my writing as a primary source of income. Because of that, there’s a tendency to want to write what I want when I want it. But there was a day when I was just trying to get published. I focus on those … More Should You Write from the Heart? Or the Head?
Here’s another sneak peek at Soul Survivor, my new book featuring Connie Simescu, the UT Austin student caught up in a crazy war between good and evil. You can get the ebook for a limited time for 99 cents right here. After Ruth and Josh left in the ambulance, the U.S. marshals continued to search … More Sneak Peek #3: “Soul Survivor”
Looking back on the past six weeks, I was suffering from a bad case of T.M.I. Too much information. The signs were all around me. I had a full-time professorship, was launching two books, and served as head deacon of a 3,000-member church. Everything I did involved absorbing, processing and regurgitating information. I got to … More T.M.I.
We’re in the middle of final exams at my university. I’m also in the middle of a book launch. Actually, two book launches if you count the one that is being handled by Pacific Press in the Adventist Book Center system. In addition, I’m head deacon at an exceptionally busy church. So the past six … More Surveying the Wreckage of Another Year
Like most of my short stories, this one is based loosely on a dream. It was an ordinary police station, for the most part. The main desk where the sergeant usually sat was situated front and center, with half a dozen desks organized carefully in rows behind. Glass partitions separated a few, more private areas, … More Short Story: “The Night King”