That's it. The final word count of my latest book, Age of Aenya. After six long years, I am done with it.Normally, I like to put more thought into these posts, but tonight I wanted to throw my feelings out into the world raw and unedited. My immediate emotion is relief---this book has been like a... Continue Reading →
Money and Art Make Strange Bedfellows
Internet Land is rife with a very angry bunch of people who have nothing better to do than decry certain individuals for being, for lack of a better word, "sellouts". George Lucas is most famous for this, with message board posts going something like this: "Once, George cared about art! But now, he's just a... Continue Reading →
Christopher Moore’s Lamb: Lots of Laughs; Missed Opportunity
Just finished reading Lamb by Christopher Moore, a comedic retelling of Jesus' life through the eyes of his irreverent childhood pal, Biff. Imagine Monty Python's Life of Brian or Mel Brooks' History of the World Part 1 and you'll get the idea. I laughed out loud through most of it, and I really enjoyed the... Continue Reading →
Quick Blurb: Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman
Currently, I am reading Neil Gaiman's The Sandman, a series of graphic novels by the author of American Gods, Coraline, and Stardust, the last two of which were made into movies. If you've seen his films, you really get an idea as to the author's mind---he's the kind of writer bursting with creativity and who... Continue Reading →
The Window
by Nick Alimonos Once there was a man named Fred who worked as a file clerk at the law firm of Eumus & Kant. Fred was a typical man, of typical height and appearance. His upbringing was typical, as he was raised by typical parents who taught him the typical things. The school he went to... Continue Reading →
This Book’s No Phony: My Thoughts on J.D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye
The first thing I noticed about The Catcher in the Rye was the cover; the back flap is identical to the front, title and all. There are no reviews from critics. No description to lure you into picking the book off the shelf. I found this refreshing, considering the usual nonsense publishers insist on—getting critics... Continue Reading →
From the Mind of an 11 Year Old Boy: Thangar 2: Chapter 9: The Final Chapter
Thangar and the princess returned to his castle. A large welcome was held for her and Thangar's safe return, with a large feast and song and dance, joy and happiness. Then one day, a great sadness came over the land. "Thangar . . ." the princess asked, ". . . where art Sint, my nobleman?""I am sorry,... Continue Reading →
From the Mind of an 11 Year Old Boy: Thangar 2: Chapter 8
Author's Notes: No thoughts tonight---just read the exciting conclusion!Thangar 2Chapter 8Thangar was more equipped than ever because he now had two power swords and a gold, magical medallion. He pressed forward to his goal, Zarack's Throne Room, with great anger, slashing the large door in front of him and fearlessly entering."It's over, Zarack! Your time... Continue Reading →
From the Mind of an 11 Year Old Boy: Thangar 2: Chapter 7
Author's Note: Writer's write. That's what we do to survive, to make sense of life, to find meaning in an otherwise meaningless existence. For many people out in Internet land, it may seem like a waste of time to keep posting something nobody responds to. Long before the Internet existed, I was writing to no one in... Continue Reading →
From the Mind of an 11 Year Old Boy: Thangar 2: Chapter 6
Author's Notes: Not much to say here except this chapter contains my favorite line from the story. I won't tell you what it is . . . but it sure made me laugh! Just look for the italicized sentence. Thangar IIChapter 6Deep in the heart of the castle was Zarack's Imperial Throne Room. Sint and Thangar... Continue Reading →
The Art of Storytelling 
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