This is a website about my writing. It's not much, but if you're interested...


 


When kids awake on an island, they’re told there was an accident. Before they can go home, they will visit Foreverland, an alternate reality that will heal their minds.

Reed dreams of a girl that tells him to resist Foreverland. He doesn’t remember her name, but knows he once loved her. He’ll have to endure great suffering and trust his dream. And trust he’s not insane.

Danny Boy, the new arrival, meets Reed’s dream girl inside Foreverland. She’s stuck in the fantasy land that no kid can resist. Where every heart’s desire is satisfied. Why should anyone care how Foreverland works?

Together, they discover what it’s really doing to them.


A young-adult scifi trilogy that explores love, angst and Zen-like acceptance of true nature.
In kick ass fashion.



 Drayton once believed he was a vampire. He doesn’t know what he is. Or why he lives. He takes not his victim’s blood but the silky essence of their soul during their last breath. Often mistaken for the Angel of Death, his victims sometimes ask for forgiveness. Sometimes he delivers. After all, he is not without sin. 




I don't consider myself a writer. More of a story-teller.  And I had a story inside me that needed to get out. Cliche, I know. But, nonetheless, here's how it went.

In an effort to get my son to read, I started writing a story just for him in 2003. I don't remember if he gave me a character, I just started writing it. The very first draft was called The Youngest Starfighter. It was completely unoriginal. Still, he wouldn’t read it because he can’t imagine reading anything for fun. In fact, after all this time, he still hasn't read it. However, I got hooked into the main character. Since then, he became a trilogy and has gone through 15 incarnations (drafts) and a few different names, but in the end he became Socket Greeny.

I don’t know why I’ve been so dedicated to this character. I’d written several novel-length stories before Socket, none worth publishing. They ended up where all practice writing ends up. But I always came back to Socket Greeny.

Stopping time and artificial intelligence are not original storylines, I know this. Artificial intelligence continues to be popular, as evidenced by Terminator, Matrix, I, Robot, and others.  Socket is different. At least, I like to think so. Aren’t many us like programs, just following our desires and fears accumulated from birth?

I’ve been practicing an Americanized version of Zen since 1990. While I wanted Socket to be an entertaining story, I believe what drove me was its element of soul-searching, and self-realization. Some of the early drafts were pukefests of moral preaching. However, with each draft it became more refined. It became a story, first, but it never lost the undercurrent of human struggle and the search for truth.

I entertained dreams of publishing Socket Greeny, but the reality eventually sunk in. Someone once told me that good writers don't publish, excellent ones do. Based on some of the books in print, I don't agree. Sour grapes? Maybe. Some things just aren't well written (just ask Stephen King what he thinks of multi-billionaire Stephanie Myers) but they're good stories and original.  Agents didn't feel the Socket Greeny story was for them. Maybe they were right. In the end, I published on my own and it's been a lot of fun. I won't make a million dollars or have a movie made, but at least the story will have some finality. It's been a great ride.