Here it is, the last chapter of my serial novel. It’s been a lot of fun to write. It taught me a lot about my own style, gave me room to explore ideas and the courage to try something new. I’ve really had fun – kind of hate to close the book. But there are […]
The penultimate chapter of this serial adventure brings the ever-present darkness face-to-face with the only man with the courage to face it. He perched himself on top of the bookshelf to take a moment and think. There had been several times over the last sixty years when occupants of the house seemed to be aware […]
Remainders of dust still flitted around in the light of his lantern. He pulled the case up along one of the walls where they could be easily stacked without being seen from outside. As he stood, he took a moment to look at the drawings on the walls.
Prairie had barely taken him a few yards into the woods when she stopped and became agitated. Looking over the forest floor, Henry expected to see a snake or other animal, but he found none. Briefly, he thought he smelled death again. The horse’s nervous demeanor held his attention though, and to avoid risk of being bucked off, he dismounted. He led Prairie forward until he found a small clearing.
In this next installment of winter house, we find a family of immigrants, whose patriarch only wants what is best for their future. But in order to secure that dream, he will have to make a choice.
The next chapter of my serial novel takes a turn, discovering unforeseen origins, for better or for worse. August 13th, 1812 As assigned by General Harrison, I have taken command of Fort Harrison along the Wabash River. My accomplishments at Tippecanoe have warranted my promotion. I shall see to it that I serve well. […]
Unless you live in Terre Haute, if you were to drive down 7th street you would not be impressed. You might look out your car window and think, “Some of these houses were beautiful at one point.” And you would be right. Like many older cities that relied heavily on industry, think small towns in […]
I met Rachel Romas…well, I can’t exactly remember when. Five, six years ago? Maybe longer. Time tends to get wibbly-wobbly when you get close to people. It was at a Relay event in Greencastle, I know that much. I distinctly recall my Dad telling me how impressed with Rachel he was because she worked tirelessly. […]
There is one thing I’ve really emphasized for myself in the last one to two years. Well, more so in the last six months. I have intentionally pressed myself to be more accepting of life in general. I don’t mean settling, and I certainly don’t mean giving in to things that otherwise might cause conflict. […]
My latest post for National Road Magazine about the place I currently call home. In May of 1999 there was only one thing on my mind: getting as far away from Greencastle as possible. To an eighteen year old, it can be a pretty boring place to live. I remember how claustrophobic I felt, how anxious I […]