There’s a particular ache that comes from realizing you’re experiencing something for the “last time.” When we’re young, “last times” are often experienced as something like the last walk home from school, the last time hanging out at a friend’s house, or the last summer before everyone goes of to college. In my novel, Into … Read more
There can be something cruel about “normal.” One of the hardest parts of losing someone isn’t what was said – it’s what wasn’t. We never know which conversation will be the last one with someone we care about, and it’s hard to deal with the thoughts, feelings, and words that were left unexpressed. The fact … Read more
In my novel Into the Night and Gone, two of the central characters find themselves in an extremely difficult situation. The moment is resolved with a little lie. It resolves as so: “She smiled… In that smile he could see that she knew he was lying, but she didn’t care. That lie was the truth … Read more
He hadn’t had a chance to tell her that he was sorry. Really sorry. And he couldn’t help but wonder how different things would have been if he had never gone over to her house that night – if he had never returned that kiss. These words belong to Jackson Laurel in my novel Into … Read more
As my wife and I approach our twentieth wedding anniversary, I find myself reflecting on what the last two decades have taught me. I’m reminded of the opening line of A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens: It was the best of times, it was the worst of times… The last two decades have … Read more
The first draft of Into the Night and Gone was written over the course of only two-weeks, during a very difficult time in my life. You see, my brother had passed away only two years previously in a violent accident. Two years can seem like a long time, and, honestly, I felt like I was … Read more