My First Love
Since crayons, I've been making up stories, and though I took long breaks from it when I started writing about music, I've never really quit. In fact, I've become much more dedicated to my fiction output (as essential to my sanity) over the past 4 years or so.
Anyway, I wrote this little book, Night Bird, a while back, and those who have read it have shown enough enthusiasm to make me work on trying to sell it. Meanwhile, I thought I'd post the first three chapters here to see if anyone who reads the blog finds it worthwhile. A word of warning, anyone who follows my blog shouldn't be surprised it's probably what most people would call a horror story. If you don't like that sort of thing, please don't bother with it.
(To me it feels more like magic realism and a helluva lot more just plain real than a lot of the slice of life stuff I used to write back when I was a creative writing student.... Still, that's all irrelevant to whether or not you should check it out.)
If I say more, it will be too much (probably already is), but if you find you want to read more, just drop me a line at firstname.lastname@example.org, and we'll work something out. You can click on the link below, and I'll post one on the side of the page, too, at least for a while...