Have you ever noticed that when you visit a bookstore, or peruse the shelves in those airport gift shops or anywhere else they sell books, it’s always the same novels…
Have you ever noticed that when you visit a bookstore, or peruse the shelves in those airport gift shops or anywhere else they sell books, it’s always the same novels…
The other day I had freedom on my mind. Today, I’m thinking about disappointment. About frustration. About heartbreak. I chose Hurt for the title of this post because events have…
There’s a moment in my novel, Last Bridge to Memphis, where the character of “Danny” (who is Elvis, still alive and kickin’ in the late 1980s), is having severe second…
There’s so much opportunity today for a writer to get their work published. They call it “self-publishing.” It’s now possible for virtually anyone with a decent story to tell to…
You stand outside in the cruel, late winter chill. Your heart races. Your blood pressure boils. Sweaty hands clutch like death on the handle of the four-wheeled conveyance in front…
King Kong and the Empire State Building. Abe Lincoln and Illinois. Stephen King and Maine. Some personalities and places are just synonymous with each other. It’s like that with Elvis…
The King of Rock ‘n’ Roll plays a big part in my unpublished novel, but today I want to talk a little about another King. Stephen King. I’ve read lots…
This post is about agents. About Elvis. About a tasteless Netflix show called Agent Elvis. One and done on Netflix and for good reason. Let’s start with the agent part.…
Let’s travel back a few decades. It’s 1988. Memphis, Tennessee. The year begins cold and dreary. So cold and so snowy, in fact, many folks, unprepared for driving in it,…
You’ve probably heard it said, write what you know. Supposedly Mark Twain coined the phrase. Personally, I connect more with another of his quotes: “Writing is easy. All you have…