Welcome to my Library

I hear voices. They tell me stories, and I write them down. I wish it were that easy. I am juggling family, teaching, and writing. When I get an idea I try to write it down, but that doesn’t always happen. Now I am making it happen!!

This blog started as a place to post a novel I was writing.  With rediscovering my writing, and love of it, the blog has become a place where I write about anything and everything. Anything and everything that interest me. I guess it’s my library of Narcissism. One day it maybe everything you wanted to know about zombies or steampunk, and the next political outrage from the left. When the muse strikes me it's fiction or non fiction essays. We live in a complicated world and this is a complicated blog. Shallow and narcissistic, but complicated.

Here’s a taste of the novel that started me blogging. It's a hardboiled detective story set in the future. A future where the government doesn’t work, justice is paid for, and anything can be had for a price. So maybe it’s set today, but then I couldn’t have flying cars.

The buzzer of the alarm clock cut through the air like a digital hangover. He rolled slightly so he could quiet his morning nemesis. “Oh God five more minutes,” he thought.

….he had to show he was one better;  he liberated all of the funds in the network and deposited them into one homeless man’s account. For a day the whole country shut down, except one wino on Thirty-Fifth Street who never even knew he controlled the world…

“Most people here can be really friendly for a price. Tell me what you’re looking for and I’ll see if I can find the type.” The waitress knelt down next to him and whispered in his ear. “Or maybe I’m your type.”

If you’ve read this far you really should take a look.

Thank you, and enjoy. Chapter 1 Chandler Jordan Is Dead.