New Short Story: “The Cannibals of Kitsap”

My newest short story, “The Cannibals of Kitsap,” was just published in this week’s Creative Colloquy. It has everything you could ever want — fourth grade intrigue, food that isn’t what it appears to be, and of course, cannibalism in the Pacific Northwest. I don’t want to give too much away, but I do wantContinue reading “New Short Story: “The Cannibals of Kitsap””

Why We Need More Women and Minority Protagonists

Modern fiction has a problem: The vast majority of protagonists in novels and short fiction are men and most of those fictional dudes are white. It’s a problem that’s been bothering me for a while. Fiction is meant to be a mirror held up to our world, but for too many people, that mirror doesn’tContinue reading “Why We Need More Women and Minority Protagonists”

Censorship Kills: Banned Books Week

I stayed up into the late hours of the night finishing the first Harry Potter book. I read it voraciously, finishing in just a couple of days. I couldn’t wait to talk to my friends about it. Imagine my surprise when one of my close friends told me that he hadn’t read it. I offeredContinue reading “Censorship Kills: Banned Books Week”

In Pursuit of Pseudonymity

A lot has been written about J.K. Rowling’s unmasking as the writer behind The Cuckoo’s Calling. The novel was published back in April under the identity of Robert Galbraith — supposedly a former military police officer writing his debut book. Sales of the book were slow. Until this week, that is. On Sunday, the wizardContinue reading “In Pursuit of Pseudonymity”

Why Do We Read Love Stories?

There’s nothing like a good love story. And Twilight is nothing like a good love story. Or is it? For years, I’ve been trying to decipher the Twilight phenomenon. I wandered into Barnes and Noble and read the first chapter to see what all the fuss was about; I couldn’t see the allure. The writingContinue reading “Why Do We Read Love Stories?”

An Open Letter to Sherlock Holmes

Dear Mr. Holmes, Despite being thoroughly aware that you’re a fictional character, I must admit I’ve always felt that you and I were kindred spirits. I became a fan of your work shortly after I learned how to read. I don’t know when or where I happened upon that green, leather-bound book with gilded pagesContinue reading “An Open Letter to Sherlock Holmes”