What Remains

(This is a free-verse poem I discovered today, written by me not long after my mother died.)   WHAT REMAINS A wooden nailbox, obviously handmade stands ready to work On the floor of my garage beside the workbench.   It still displays black electrician’s tape To reinforce cracked wood and shelter hands From slivers of … More What Remains

The First Chapter

I think I’ve probably written about 18 book manuscripts over the years, and had eight of them published. That’s a lot of misses among those hits. And that’s one of the downsides of learning by doing; sometimes you do, and you learn that what you did doesn’t work. At least for someone else. But one … More The First Chapter

The Day After

The book–excuse me, books–is/are finished. Of course, I’m only talking rough drafts. I still have a mountain of work ahead of me that I can’t even conceive of at this point, nor do I want to. But the framework for the three-part books Champion series–The Champion, The Heretic, and Elijah–is complete. Am I satisfied with … More The Day After

“Crazy Man”

I never really thought I was crazy. That’s despite the fact that a panel of three psychiatrists, a judge and jury of my peers, and an ongoing evaluation by a state-certified mental institution said that I was. Three years in the Hillsboro Institute for the Criminally Insane was like thirty years anywhere else. Screaming at … More “Crazy Man”

Five of Seventy-two

Almost 30 years ago, I had the idea for my first book. It was a how-to book for Seventh-day Adventists entitled “Fifty-two Things to Do on Sabbath.” I was just short of 30 years old, and very unsure of myself as a writer. I sent out a letter to three publishing houses outlining my idea, … More Five of Seventy-two