Sitting In The Dark With REO Speedwagon...

Judgement day is at hand. No...not all of that doom and gloom that has been recited to you repeatedly by various preachers on the coming of the end...but a completely different kind of J Day altogether. Today is the last day that my publisher's art department has to deliver my newest books cover before my agent bites their heads off. Ahh...it's nice to be represented sometimes. So while I'm sitting here counting the seconds until their midnight deadline of doom...I'm sitting here in the darkness of my dungeon aka my bedroom listening to tunes of old, singing along when I know the words, and vocalizing some unintelligable gibberish when I don't. Perhaps I should look those lyrics up before I make my big stage debut...
REO Speedwagon would be so disappointed in me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not all about some wuss rock but the windows media player is on random and who am I to stop progress. Besides, everyone needs a ballad every now and then. Actually, I prefer them. They're the driving force behind every failed relationship I've encountered since age 13. Where would I be today without Poison or Guns N Roses making me come to near tears when my flavor of the week went away during my high school angst? Music was actually the driving force behind 'A Taste of Home'. I used it often to create the mood for the chapters...a Metallica explosion for the action scenes in my head and a good slow hair band love song for the sweet parts. One in particular actually...and a song that so few of you have even experienced. The song is Street of Dreams by Guns N Roses from the Chinese Democracy album that came out a couple of years ago. Man...if you want to feel a man's pain, listen to this song...pure masterpiece in my opinion. 'I don't know just what I should do...everywhere I go I see you...though it's what you planned this much is true...what I thought was beautiful don't live inside of you anymore'. Call me a wimp if you want...but listen to this song and see if it doesn't stir up some 'dumped at the high school prom' emotions. I'll just leave it at that. The rest is for you to figure out...

How it all begins...

"The North East Texas drought that had lasted almost a decade had ended and now the rain poured strongly down upon the rusted tin overhang of the building’s roof. The beating rhythm of the liquefied projectiles played out a song that resembled a never ending drum roll to any audience that was close enough to experience the performance. Tonight, it only played for an audience of one. Staying hidden deep within the shadows of the darkened structure, a small boy cowered by the name of Ryan Weldon."

This opening paragraph was never in the original short story. As a matter of fact, the entire short story was about a man who had been on the receiving end of the wolf's curse that woke and reflected every morning after identifying the previous night's victim. Gotta love small town life...everyone knows everyone! One morning, he wakes up to the remains of his own daughter...thus the title...A Taste of Home. Divorce can really screw up someone's head lol. Five years later, I outlined the entire story, changed a few things, and came up with something I'm extremely happy with. So...without further B.S. here is the back cover text that describes what is now the completed version of "A Taste of Home". This is only the beginning. After all...we can't let Stephanie Meyer sparkle all over the place...


Toby Liberman is plagued by a cheating wife, dead-end job, and a daughter that is mature beyond her years. After confronting his wife’s lover, the town’s Sheriff, Toby encounters a mysterious creature in the woods that bestows upon him an unspeakable curse.

A series of events lead to a charge of triple homicide against Toby. While incarcerated, Toby meets a man who tells him he is now a werewolf. Toby is mentored in the ways of the animal and joins forces with the man in an attempt to bring the Sheriff to his knees. Forced into a final confrontation, Toby realizes that he is no longer the only one in town that has secrets.

The Werewolf Legend...With a Texas Twist

Wow...this is my first official blog posting here and I'm really excited! Too much? O.K. you caught me...it's sort of cool. Anyway...a little about myself (because I'll drag out all the meat and potatoes later) I'm really looking forward to my new book hitting shelves because my last two are pretty much all but collector's items now. They are called "A Ghost Hunter's Journal" and "We Believe You...A Ghost Hunter's Journal Continues..." They're both still available from my former publisher, who also doubles as a manic depressive medium, at http://www.publishamerica.com . Just type in my name and hopefully they'll do the rest. I'm starting fresh however with my first jump into the fiction/horror genre. New agent, new publisher, new distributor...it's almost too much to take at once...but I'm taking it all in stride. The new book "A Taste of Home" was originally a short story I'd written during a nasty divorce about six years ago long before I'd ever put pen to paper with my first two novels. Somehow...I always knew that there would be more to it...and eventually it began growing. My profile pic is actually a concept cover that was designed by D.J. Eichelman but I believe that my publisher is determined to change it. As soon as they figure out the skinny on that...I'll change my profile pic to match. Well, this should more than bring people up to speed on who I am and what I do. If you want more, hop by the good old facebook account. We can turn on the juice and see what shakes loose. Keep Believing...