It seems a while since last we posted but do not discount my repost of the 9/11 account, now upon the 25th anniversary of that awful day. It is important that events be remembered no matter how they may be full of unpleasant memories. Such events become part of our history in time and thus part of us, of our own tales: tales which we may pass along to those who were not able to experience them directly. Such is also the theme of my latest novels: tales and how they are gathered and how they are told.
20 September 2026
Have you a Cozy Romantasy?
It seems a while since last we posted but do not discount my repost of the 9/11 account, now upon the 25th anniversary of that awful day. It is important that events be remembered no matter how they may be full of unpleasant memories. Such events become part of our history in time and thus part of us, of our own tales: tales which we may pass along to those who were not able to experience them directly. Such is also the theme of my latest novels: tales and how they are gathered and how they are told.
15 August 2026
Back to the Future in A TIME OF KINGS
Little did I know all that had transpired before
my birth. They knew, and acted on this history: all the conflicts year after
year, the changing border lines, the people caught between them, the threats
and challenges and treaties and travels to and from towns across a vast land
that once had been a nation of states united as one. Later I saw the old maps in
the Court, could see how the maps of today, what the King called the Americus,
matched those of old, what were titled United American States in the early
days. One Court scholar told me there were even earlier, older forms of the
nation under the name America in
various versions going back a thousand years.
It was a great plague that stopped a future that
seemed already dissolving before their eyes. Lasted ten years, longer in some
places. I heard how half of everyone died, and the other half were forced to scavenge
for whatever food remained as none was grown nor taken to storage. Others
became thieves and scoundrels, preying on those who were trying to survive. It
was desperate times, the old scholar told me as though he had lived through it.
He said his grandmother had a book – a
scroll opened and pressed flat: sleeves of parchment stitched together, covered
with ink-stroked words that held meaning for those who knew how to uncode the
marks.
Gradually, as I was told, those good people who
remained formed communities, bonding through marriages and their shared effort
in gathering and growing food. They would stand together against the bad people
who seemed determined to oppose everything, who might form a militia or band of
marauders to raid and steal from the good people. Desperate times, the scholar
told me again and again. We were supposed to be fortunate now: we had a mighty kingdom
and a strong castle and an army to protect us, and plenty of food produced in
the fields outside the walls.
There was a brief period, I learned, when the
world grew back to the way it had been before the great plague: cities rebuilt,
industry renewed. They relearned from books how to gain energy in the form of a
shock that linked house to house.
That left people able to see in the night, the shock causing glass bulbs to
glow. In time, they made things which could capture the image of a person and
save it, called camera box. These came to be used to watch everyone, to be
certain they acted properly and in good faith with the government in the old
capital on the east coast. Yet that old capital, and other cities on the coast
were long ago destroyed by God’s holy hand, wiped away by a cleansing fire.
“It is the reason many of us ventured west,”
said the old scholar.
They went as far as the mountains west of Kanza
territory, then turned back. Some settled in the plains. Nothing worth
searching for beyond those mountains. Here in the wooded hills and fertile
river valleys they found an ideal home.
That became my home: the capital city of Louis, where I grew into my youth under the watchful eye of King Alex – until his death. I was made a member of the Court with a document given with the name of the King drawn upon the parchment. With that elegantly drawn name at the bottom of the document, I became a ward of the Court, adopted son of the King.
(Read more of what this epic novel is about in the previous blog post.)
03 August 2026
A TIME OF KINGS - What's it about?
I wrote this long epic tale from ideas originating when I was a teenager. I kept the idea alive all of these years waiting until I had time to devote to writing it in the manner in which it deserved. On the way I made a screenplay version, then tried to novelize it twice but failed for lack of identifying the best narrator. Such a grand project as this was supposed to occupy the remaining years of my life. Instead, filled with the Muse, I wrote it out in about six months.
26 July 2026
Putting the Epic in A TIME OF KINGS
18 July 2026
The Odyssey vs A TIME OF KINGS
I've spent my time this week promoting the launch next month of A TIME OF KINGS all while entertaining various opinions about The Odyssey film. I see some parallels, as I mentioned above. Mostly, the tale of Odysseus trying to get home, to find that origin point as a place of comfort, is different from what my narrator does.
Three
thousand years ago Greek fought Trojan below the fortress of Ilium. Now it is
1993 and new college graduate Alex Parris cruises to Istanbul, seeking his own
adventure at Ilium. He meets Elena, the mysterious older woman who easily draws
him into an affair only to force him to fight for her. For Alex, escaping from the local jail is the first of
many obstacles to returning to his lover, as the cruel odyssey across the
Turkish coast tests his will to survive.
20 June 2026
A Medieval Future in Mirth & Madness!
05 May 2026
Another 5th of the 5th of the 5th!
“They sure can,” said Hannah and referenced a song by one of her favorite pandemic bands, Viral Dark: ‘Black Lab, under a viral sky / Breathe in deep, you’re gotta die / Cooking soup / Sneaky group / Spreading their poison all over the world’ – meaning the laboratory, not the dog.
12 April 2026
A Medieval Trilogy . . . of a sort!
14 March 2026
The Origin Story of A TIME OF KINGS
Back in my 7th grade days I tried writing stories. Stupid stories little more than copies of the sci-fi stories I read voraciously at the time. It was true for me: write the stories you want to read. And yet, somehow, an idea came to me that was so huge, so complex, I could not write it. Not at that time. It overwhelmed me. I pledged to write it later, when I retired and had the time to devote to it. And so I have. And so I did: it is finished now.
Back in 7th grade, I suffered from teen angst. The world was against me. So were some other guys in my school. I transformed all of that reality into a fantasy I could control. I saw myself as the good prince beset by evil doers bent on my demise. You could fashion a book out of such themes. I scribbled a few scenes in a spiral-bound notebook with a ballpoint pen, often during classes. I thought it through. Had the whole story in my head from start to finish. But I couldn't do much with only a manual typewriter. An electric typewriter I got later did not make it easier.
In the far future, after civilization has collapsed and survivors have rebuilt up to the level of a medieval society, we find the states of America have become kingdoms with walled cities and armies to protect them and wage war against other "city-states". Pressures from north and south help unite the states of "the Americus" (roughly Missouri across to Ohio). Our story begins in a battlefield where a lost boy becomes the ward of the young King of Louis (St. Louis). Named Jack by this King, he grows up at Court as the adopted brother to the prince and princess only to be sent away for training as a physician so he can be useful.
A medieval society with Court intrigue and palace drama, with armies clashing in the field and a siege of the walled city of Cinnati, the aftermath of the war and all that follows and how it greatly impacts our narrator in his own personal life, as he is tasked with monitoring the King and managing the Court into his elderly years.
I have avoided almost all possible spoilers. This is a rough outline only. The enjoyment in reading is in the details. The how and why of the plot points, the turn of the story, the thoughts and feelings, motivations and regrets of our major players. I have crafted a rich story using a large cast and a fertile setting. I'm certain you will enjoy it. I will say about the conclusion of this epic drama that it is satisfying - neither a happy ending nor a tragic ending. As is usual for a book written by me, life is not so tidy. Endings are merely the end of the story, while life for the characters may continue beyond the final page. It is best, therefore, to provide an end which is perfect in its conclusive form.



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