Book Bios- #1 Somewhere Dreaming (Now called Ghosts of a Tired Universe)
There was a forest that seemed to keep itself seeped in winter dark and perpetual silence. If you were to sit down in the gray and the wet and the wind, the ghosts would start to gather.
They’d shake animal skulls at the edge of the clearing and send unseen stares that you feel on your back, but you’d always turn to see nothing. Nothing following, nothing hunting you, a nothing that never gets tired.
Always that silence sweeps into your eyes, ominous images of pine tree soldiers in perfect silhouette stillness. Or the weight of omnipresent light diffused into the same thin gruel for all of time- cracks in the heaving belly of dark.
Eventually you’d adjust. Endure as permafrost, frail on the periphery of a terror that you’ve resigned to. No place to spend a life.
You know the place; you’ve all been there. It takes itself a bit seriously, but with good reason; it’s no joke.
That’s where I started writing Somewhere Dreaming, a scream into the void, unwilling to accept the silent universe.
Book #2 bio coming soon. You might say it’s slightly lighter fare.