The Fountain is in the hands of an editor. Wild Rose Press has been kind enough to take a look at the novel. Their feedback was fantastic...

Happy Veterans Day to all those who have served and to the families who served with them. My daddy was Navy, my grandpas, Army and Navy....

Well, "Jack and the Mountain" is no more. I have renamed it, "The Fountain." I did that for a number of reasons. Primarily because I felt...

I've been posting a novella I wrote on a blog over at ozarkgothic.wordpress.com. I'm doing it like a serial. One session at a time. Check...

Jack and the Mountain is a finished book. I'm just looking for an agent. Wish me luck. :) Chris Spending some time in a Serenity Garden...

Well, happy day! I've had another short-story accepted for publication. I wrote a book, a little more than a year ago, that I called...

Jack and the Mountain is finished, or, I should say, the part that I can do on my own is finished. It has been written, read, reread,...

Soooo....I'm almost, almost done with the final review (that I do) before sending out to a group of kind people who will read and rend...

The book is done. 125,000 words. The ending is no longer whipping in the wind. Also, my brother and his family visited, I saw my little...

Jack and the Mountain has hit 80,000 words as of today. That means that it is at full novel length. The guidelines are, just in case...

I'm having one of those days. I don't have them often but, for some reason, I seem to have them more working on this book than I do with...

Happy day! "Two Kinds of People," a short story about a squad of National Guard troops in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina, has been...

69,000 words plus and counting. I finished a new chapter today and...I actually liked it. It's pretty heavy on the dialogue which, I...

The good news is that, six months after taking a hiatus from Jack and two weeks after beginning and finishing a reread and midstream...

So...this is the new website. Created in anticipation of fantasy loads of publishers and agents beating down my door. It feels childlike...