Friday, June 16, 2017

Wednesday, June 7, 2017


BALOR is finished! I sent the manuscript to the publisher Sunday evening. Writing this book was an intense, fourteen-month experience and I am glad it's finished. Look for a mid-summer release date. I will be posting the cover here soon, so stay tuned!

Monday, May 8, 2017


Writing a book. Getting a tattoo. Completely different, right? Well, having spent considerable time doing both, I can testify that writing and getting tattooed are remarkably similar experiences.

First, there's the idea. You find inspiration everywhere, and ideas drift across your mind like seeds falling on fertile soil. Some are blown away, others sprout but wither and die. And some take root, sending up feeble shoots at first, but then blossoming into more than just an abstraction. You think, "Oh yeah, this is it. This is what I'm going to do."

When the big day arrives, there is no insignificant amount of fear, but there is also excitement and eagerness to get started. You sit in the chair, take a deep breath, lower your head, and say, "Let's do this." You know it's going to be no easy task but you're stoked. You can take the pain. You're a beast.

After a short time, you soon think, "What have I gotten myself into?" It's starting to hurt. A lot. The euphoria hasn't completely worn off but you're starting to realize how long this is going to take. You begin to worry and feel nervous, because the end is still a long way off.

The pain keeps coming. You grind your teeth. You grip your chair. You think, "Why the heck am I putting myself through this?" It seemed like such a good idea in the beginning, but now you're stuck in the middle, bleeding everywhere, and you're nowhere near finished.

"I can't do it. I've got to tap out. I'll look like a wimp, but I have no choice."
"Yes, you can. You've made it this far, and how will you look with a half-finished result? Just power on through. You can do it!"
"No, I can't. I'm going to die. This is how it ends."
"You're embarrassing, you know that?"

An eternity passes. You're disoriented, maybe even delusional. You feel like a train wreck. Suddenly, you realize, "Whoa, I'm almost done. Wait a minute...I'm almost done!" You can't believe you've made it this far. And yet, strangely, you feel kind of sad that it's ending. You've been on this painful journey for so long, you have forgotten what it's like to unclench your fists and relax your shoulders. The pain has become almost comforting.

It's over. It's finished. You feel a twinge of regret, wishing that it could perhaps go on a little bit longer, but then you realize that you made it! You want to raise your arms in victory and pound your chest, but you're too sore do to anything except exhale a long, slow breath. You walked through fire and came out alive.

This deserves a celebration, or at least telling all of your friends and family about your tremendous accomplishment. They're probably not as enthusiastic about your ordeal as you are, and a few are rather patronizing, but you're too happy to notice. You walk around like you're ten feet tall. The people you pass on the street have no idea of the mountain you've conquered.

And almost immediately, before you've even had a chance to calm your exuberant spirit, the next idea starts to take root in your mind...

I am the self-declared Most Tattooed Christian Fiction Author

Friday, April 14, 2017


Unlike many writers, I don't like to lay my soul bare and dredge up emotional silt and muddy the waters, but I want to share some thoughts that have been simmering for quite a while.

As any writer will tell you, the writing game is far from what people expect it to be. It's work, pure and simple, a work that the writer is compelled to do, often against their wishes. They have a story inside and they have to let it out. Of course, everyone likes to see positive results and returns from their work, and writers are no different. Any writer who tells you that they don't at least occasionally dream of fame and fortune is a liar. And for many, that dream does come true. In fact, those success stories are the fuel that keep many writers going, hoping for that one big break, like actors or singers who dream of that one hit that will change everything.

I'm a fairly realistic person, and while I indulged these thoughts in my early writing years, I didn't let them take root. I was writing edgy Christian speculative fiction, which is about as small as a legitimate genre can be. I realized very quickly that I wasn't going to have a large audience and one book wasn't going to make much of a splash. I did my research and looked at what successful authors did to make themselves successful. One important point is having a lot of books available, and producing new ones fairly regularly.

So I did that. In less than six years, I have released seven full-length novels and several short stories. I never hit writer's block, and I've never struggled for ideas. The words have always flowed fairly easily for me, and I thought, "Surely after a few years and a few books, I'll start to at least get noticed."

That didn't happen as quickly as I thought, but I wasn't fazed. I kept writing, producing books in a variety of genres. I attempted to brand myself as an edgy Christian author who isn't afraid of controversial content or topics. At first I was self-published, then I landed on a small press, then self-published again, then joined a startup small press. All the while, I was thinking, "It can't be long now..."

When my sixth book, BEAST, was released, I thought, "This is it. A book with mainstream appeal and Christian content, co-written with a real-life oil driller to make this story of an oil dig disaster as realistic as possible." It got a little bit of attention but was quickly lost in the literary sea. No big deal. I was already working on what I believe to be the edgiest Christian fiction book of our generation, NIKOLAI THE PENITENT. It was going to be an epic medieval tale that would make readers squirm in their seats - a shocking cover, brutal violence, nauseating depictions of plague symptoms, sexual content, anti-Semitism, religious fanaticism, and the hope of redemption in the midst of horrors. I thought that there was no way this book wouldn't get noticed, either positively or negatively. Any publicity is good publicity.

And it never materialized. The book did get some early positive reviews and then dropped off the radar astonishingly fast. Besides my secular book INDELIBLE, NIKOLAI THE PENITENT is my lowest-charting book on Amazon. My magnum opus barely had time to spark before it was ash. Of course, the great thing about books is that they last forever, and many stories have been plucked from obscurity years after their initial publication. But as it stands, the stories on which I pinned my hopes have more or less sank like a rock.

Now before you get worried about my mental state as a writer, don't fret. I'm hard at work on book #8 and I am enjoying it as much as I always have. I am a generally positive and energetic person who is not prone to depression and self-doubt as many writers are. A few years ago, I set a goal for myself to write thirty books in my lifetime. The reason I did this was because I could see that fame and fortune weren't going to come my way and I needed another source of motivation, and self-created goals have usually worked for me. If I didn't have this tangible number to strive for, I might just throw in the towel, as I have seen happen to several of my writer friends. Just as with a job, you can't go to work when you feel like it. If a writer wants to achieve some level of success, they can't just write when they want to and quit when the tank is empty.

So that's where my head is at these days. I don't expect my new book to fly off the shelves when it's released, though I certainly wouldn't complain if it did. I've just learned to tamper my already muted expectations, and perhaps this is a lesson that God still thinks I need to learn. My goal should be to write the best stories I can as an offering to Him and as fulfillment for myself, not seeking the praise and affirmation of others. And that means I'll keep chugging along, cranking out story after story, exploring genre after genre. If I hit it big, awesome. If I don't, at least I'll have done my best, and what more can a man do?

Saturday, March 18, 2017


The rough draft for BALOR is complete! just under 80,000 words, almost the same length as THE AGE OF APOLLYON. It took me 51 weeks to complete this manuscript, my longest yet. I've said many times before that this was an incredibly challenging story to write, and I'm glad that the first phase of construction is over. I'm taking a break from writing for a week to let my creativity recharge, then I'm jumping head-first into the editing pool. Should be a bloody good time!