An excerpt from Any Tomorrow: The Curse. He buried her that afternoon in the spot she so long ago had chosen for herself.  He fashioned a wooden cross and marked her place.  If the world ever regains its sanity, he vowed, he would replace the cross with a granite headstone. …

I was coming home from work the other day when I happened to pass a woman driving an old station wagon.  What you would take away from that momentary observation is probably much different than what I did.  For her sake and yours, I hope so.  For the storyteller, inspiration…

Writing for me is a very intimate process.  My stories well up first as images to form a vision.  Sometimes they are intensely detailed and other times mere wisps of idea.  My challenge is to translate the still fresh vision into words that can, hopefully, accurately portray it.  This is…