I love stories.

I listen to them. I watch them on TV, videos, or movies. I read them.

And I write them.

I’ve written almost every kind of story there is. Mystery, romance, confession, science fiction, fantasy, paranormal, horror, and every other kind I can think of and garnered a couple prizes and ‘best-selling’ author designations along the way.

I’ve written short stories, novellas, and novels.

In the process I’ve learned that my favorite stories are science fiction and paranormal. Preferably the two combined.

My stories are always clean, they are always either contemporary or near future, they always have at least a slight romantic element, and they always end happily. Always. Guaaranteed. (Okay, two short stories, ‘The River Boy’ and ‘Down From The Mountain’ have endings that might not be considered completely happy. Maybe just somewhat happy. You decide.)

Check out the covers below and see what you think. And have a happy, happy day.

MOST RECENT: PUBLISHED OR WILL BE PUBLISHED SOON

Winter Lakes: I always wonder about the

Winter Lakes:

I always wonder about the life beneath the ice in the winter. I know green and growing plants stay there all winter long unless the snow on top of the ice gets so thick that the sunlight can’t penetrate. I’m a coward and stay off the lake ice because I know there are cracks and open spots where it heaves. You can hear the ice moving on a cold night. It sounds like a jet breaking the sound barrier. Once I wrote a story about the caves that are formed when the water recedes during the winter and leaves a space between the top of the water and the bottom of the ice. It won a literary award so I guess it was an okay story. And I still like to stick my head through holes and observe life beneath the ice.

2 responses to “Winter Lakes: I always wonder about the”

  1. I once took a snowmobile over open water by accident…it was thrilling and worrisome at the same time.

    1. I once took a snowmobile on the only ice between two spots of open water. I didn’t realize there was open water until it was too late. I gunned that machine so as not to fall in the lake. I’m in awe of your being able to see the thrill of it. All I could see was sheer terror.

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