The Highest Compliment I’ve Ever Been Paid
Going alone and publishing on Amazon is putting yourself into the largest ocean there is, which is full of Great White Sharks and Orcas like Zafon, King, and Koontz, as well as minnows and krill.
The Highest Compliment I’ve Ever Been Paid
Hey Reader, It’s me again, Lance. I wanted to give my characters a break. After all, one is from the 80s, and the other is from the early 2000s—circa the iPhone. Not iPhone 1 because there was no iPhone 2 yet. Just the plain old iPhone: the wide-screen iPod, telephone, and internet communication device, as Jobs once described called it. Plus, frankly, I want to brag. About A Perfect Blindness. APB. My first published novel. You see, it hit #1 best-selling title in three genres and #4…
A Perfect Blindness and Tales of Another World
Get A Perfect Blindness free for a limited time and step back into the 1980s.
A Front Row Seat to the Best Show in LIterature
You might know me. I’m Jonathan, lead singer of White Heat, more famously Mercurial Visions and now Merciful Release. Lance asked me to introduce the new book reel for *A Perfect Blindness.* That’s where I live. In its pages.
The Alligator and the Drone
One evening not long ago In Eastern Ukraine, a soldier hunches over her control panel and examines the dark image sliding across her screen. It’s evening. She can make out trees. A strip of road. A field pocked with fox holes and craters left from Howitzer shells and HIMARS blasts. A tank sits behind a ridge of earth, its turret […]
Out of the Blue: A Tale of Perseverance Part Two
When the world turns upside down in an instant, where do you go from there?
A Tale of Perseverance Part One
This past year has been full of bad and then worse news, and to balance this onslaught, I want to bring back a story of survival: a year after 9-11 in NYC. We survived that. We will make it through this. (Adapted from, vol 26 The OHIO STATE Alumni Magazine, September 2002) After “the Event” A […]
My Small Story
On the street, we walk, the survivors. Along side us are the workers of the fish market, in boots, jeans, t-shirts, aprons. I ask where the ferry is.
“Back in hell. Just turn around, and hang a left in the middle of hell.”
When that Feeling Something’s Wrong Keeps Growing
I had a breakthrough. But not until suffering through the terror I might have wasted the past two-plus years.
