When Words and Images Collide

Something is definitely going on here!I love DeviantArt. For those unfamiliar with the site, DeviantArt is the Facebook for visual artists. With the click of a mouse, you can browse between artists from around the globe, from a German painter to an Australian graphic designer. It is probably one of the very best things to... Continue Reading →

The Heroic Nude

What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful than the garment with which it is clothed? ---Michelangelo   I have scoured the Internet, talking it over with many naturist readers, but I have yet to find heroes quite... Continue Reading →

One Dead Child is One Too Many

People who worry more about their toys than a child's life quite frankly scare me, and I sure as hell don't want a wave of fanatics protesting my blog. At the same time, my conscience is not letting me sleep at night. Since the Newtown massacre, I feel it is my moral obligation to do something, to contribute my voice to the... Continue Reading →

American Gods

To be clear, Neil Gaiman is one of my favorite authors. I count his graphic novel, The Sandman, among the greatest achievements in the medium, and I adore his forays into film, Coraline and Stardust. Gaiman is my kind of writer. Each of his works takes a daring, no-holds barred approach to fantasy, often delving into... Continue Reading →

Enya 2003 vs. Aenya 2013

Xandr as originally envisioned c. 1999 I was recently contacted by Tim Forcer, a writer for H&E Magazine. Back in '04, he was gracious enough to give my novel, The Dark Age of Enya, the thumbs up. Unfortunately, the review did little to boost my career. But talking to him again after so many years got... Continue Reading →

2012 Year in Review

This will be the last post of 2012, so I thought it'd be fun to look back at the year. While my quest (and make no mistake, it is a quest) to find an agent or a publisher for Ages of Aenya continues, it's been a great and productive year for my little niche of the... Continue Reading →

Ages of Aenya: Book 3, Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Fabulous Secrets The way forward was darker than Emma expected, and so she turned back to the brassiere, removed it from the wall, and listening once more for her father, continued on. Centuries-worn masonry hugged her shoulders, leading down another set of steps to a sharp turn. The swinging glow from the brassiere... Continue Reading →

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