No, not Tinseltown. I’m talking about the city’s namesake. You know, those robe wearing celestial beings with feathery wings sprouting up from their shoulder blades. Continue reading “Los Angeles”
It was a beautiful morning, typical of early September. The bright and warm sun rose slowly and steadily, burning away the few wisps of clouds that still lingered in the sky. Summer vacation was over, the kids were back to school, and the roads were clogged with buses and commuters. Continue reading “September 11, 2001”
Several months in the life of a Secret Service Agent— (including a trial, protecting Sarah Palin, and a visit by Mahmoud Ahmadinejad)
2008 was a busy year.
It started off with me getting married (New Years Day), and then several months later, being transferred to the U.S. Secret Service flagship office—NYFO (the NYC Field Office). Continue reading “Several months in the life of a Secret Service Agent— (including a trial, protecting Sarah Palin, and a visit by Mahmoud Ahmadinejad)”
Easter- the Holiest of days on the Christian calendar.
Back in 2008, I was fortunate enough to travel with then Vice President Dick Cheney to Jerusalem, Israel. My particular assignment was to guard the main entrance of the King David Hotel, where the Vice President was RON’ing (Secret Service slang for “Remaining Overnight”). It just so happened that the VP’s visit coincided with Holy Week. And since I was working the midnight shift, I had a “day off” to sight see. Continue reading “Easter”
In his book, “On Writing,” Stephen King said when he finished writing a story, he would put a physical copy of it in a drawer and forget about it for at least six weeks. This was so that he would have “fresh eyes,” when editing.
My story, sat on top of my desk for “only” three weeks, her siren call to powerful to resist. So I grabbed my red pen and started re-reading it. My brother’s assistance was instrumental during the first edit. Hell, after me, he knew the story better than anyone else. In fact, he helped out a lot while I was writing, giving me numerous style and plot ideas (I tell him every day he missed his calling in life —which he promptly reminds me that he’s still young). Continue reading “How many drafts did you write?”
How many people do you think have said that? Right, probably a lot. But I wonder how many of them followed through and did it?
As a kid, I can remember wanting to see my name on the front cover of a book and a picture of my face on the back. Who wouldn’t?
When I was eleven, I sat down at the kitchen table and tried to write my own story. I had this vision of a knight hunting down and slaying a dragon (You would too if you spent every waking hour reading Dragonlance and Ravenloft fantasy novels). I think I wrote two lines before I gave up. I quickly discovered that reading the stories was a much more rewarding and satisfying way to spend my time.