I can pinpoint the moment when I decided as an adult to write. Yes, it’s something I’ve always done, but before this particular moment, I didn’t really take it seriously, and I definitely didn’t devote any real time to it. On the evening of September 15, 2002, I began writing. I finished the story and saved it on September 16, 2002 at 1:08 a.m. I remember that moment distinctly. I hit the save button and sat back at my desk with a good, satisfied feeling. Finished. I began a story and wrote it all the way through to the conclusion. Bingo. This is what I’m meant to do. Whether anyone reads it or not.

And that’s how the path that led me here began. I’m glad Microsoft Word saves that information because I’m notoriously bad about keeping records. That moment in time may not mean anything to anyone else, but it does to me.

Anyway, the story I’m talking about is now available on my Free Fiction page. Check it out here: The Hitman. If you haven’t read “Your Mandala” yet and would still like to, it’s available below “The Hitman”. Leave a comment if you’d like. Scratch your name in a desk or two. Write on the bathroom stalls. Whatever.

Everybody’s got to express themselves someway, right?

Hi everyone. Since SECRETS has been officially for sale for one month (and two days) now, I thought we’d celebrate with an excerpt. With no further ado:

Dan woke very early the next morning with Josie‟s hair tickling his nose, her body warm against his and desire rising in his body like the sun whose light he couldn‟t yet see. He had already brushed her hair back from her neck and tightened his hold on her when he woke completely, realized what he was doing and froze in the act, guiltily conscious of how pleasurable her body felt and wanting desperately to feel more of it. He even considered continuing what he‟d sleepily begun, kissing her neck, feeling her wake and turn to him. He caught his breath and shook his head to clear it.

Uncomfortably aware if she were to wake up it would be a very embarrassing moment for him, he was still reluctant to let go of her. Knowing he must, he sat up very carefully, using the quilt to cover her as he moved slowly away. He couldn‟t help noticing how lovely she looked, her hair tousled about on the pillow, her face flushed, one hand under her cheek.

SECRETS OF THE LOTUS is available for sale on Amazon.com, Lyricalpress.com (see link on home page), and many other ebook retailers.