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Dear Lurkers…

Thursday, May 12th, 2016

Dear Lurkers,

Hi! Or as they say in Romulan, y’hhau. It should probably bother you I know that. It’s actually very similar to Swedish, but with a German/Spanish accent combined with a French flair, only with a Norwegian historical context.

When Sorrow Leads To Inspired Fiction

Monday, May 9th, 2016

I had a rare opportunity, at least lately, to work on the new book this past Saturday. The warmer weather has been dictating that I complete some projects around the house before I sit down at a desk for several hours. Sure, the housework is a little annoying, but after this, it’s mostly just upkeep and not nearly as extensive. So, I’d been in the shower a week earlier when inspiration hit and I quickly sketched out a scene before heading to the airport. Finally, yesterday, I managed to flesh that scene out a bit and, quite honestly, it left me in tears.

Wouldn’t It Be Something?

Thursday, May 5th, 2016

I’ve recently decided to look into some past life regression therapy. It’s not because I’m suddenly…well, doing things that one would when thought of as a stereotype. I’m not humming or—well, I am humming, just usually a song by Simple Minds or Sia—spending my days in meditation looking for universal truths. But I am writing the second Falling Awake story, which entails characters experiencing how past lives can influence their current life. I’m also dreading finding out whether or not I’ll lose someone else close to me this year. It’s happened the last three years in a row, so the odds aren’t exactly in my favor.

Discovering Something Transferred From Father To Son

Monday, May 2nd, 2016

Hi. My name is Kage Alan and I’m a Blu-Ray addict. That’s something you’ll never hear me say despite how true or false it may be. And it’s clearly false, though that might a slight fib. Or exaggeration. Let’s go with the exaggeration bit. However, if I am, and I may not be, but if I allegedly am, then I come by it naturally. I’ve mentioned how my father is responsible for my love of horror movies. It still isn’t a popular decision with mom, but dad wanted someone who would watch them with him and, well, that turned out to be me. We went to the movies often, and something happened this weekend that made me have a little epiphany.