Wednesday, October 1, 2014

The Bloody Chorus--Pub Date

Every book I put out these days is a saga.  And by that I'm not referring to the book itself, but the long, tortured road they seem to take in getting published.  For a long time now I've been waiting to hear when my next book, The Bloody Chorus, would be published.  Today, DAW finally assigned it a date...

Friday, September 26, 2014

Your Special Place

Do you have a special place where you can go and get inspired?  Or replenished, or just to be alone with your thoughts?  For as long as I can remember I've been going to this particular spot at a state park that's less than ten minutes from my house.  I live on a typical suburban block, but I'm lucky--all I have to do is get into my car and drive to this spot on the north shore of Long Island, and suddenly my soul is unburdened.  Yesterday was a rainy, dreary day--just the kind of day I love.  In the summer this place is packed, but Autumn and Winter are my times of year, when the park is mostly empty and you can really feel the aloneness.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

For my Father

As some of you know my father was sick for the past few months. It hurts to write this, but unfortunately he passed away on Tuesday morning.  A lot of you prayed for him and my family and sent good, healing wishes our way.  That meant a great deal to me, and I'm not just saying that.  I'm not a person who has a lot of friends, so getting so many comments from my online buddies was quite wonderful.

Friday, September 19, 2014

The New Colossus

Last night I was helping my son with his homework.  He's ten years old and his assignment was about the Statue of Liberty.  We all know bits of her famous poem, but I wonder how many people have heard it all or have ever thought just how beautifully written it is.  When my son read it aloud, I was struck by its beauty and power.  So I read it again, and I thought, "you know, this is the best thing I've read in a while." 

 Last year I saw the Statue of Liberty for the first time. I was sailing out of NY harbor on a Disney cruise ship, and there she was.  Even though I've spent my whole life living so close to her, I'd never laid eyes on her before. It was a great way to start that cruise.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

My Personal Time Machine

I've noticed something about myself recently--when I get in the "writing mode," I start thinking about strange things.  I only seem to be able to write when I get out of myself, out of the daily grind, and my mind slips into philosophy and fantasy.

Lately, for some reason, I've been wondering what it would be like to go back in time.  See, when I was a kid I always wanted to visit the future.  The past?  Boring.  What's the point of that?  I imagined the world as it appeared on the cover of pulpy science fiction novels, with city that looked like Walt Disney's original version for Epcot, where people traveled in tubes like in Logan's Run.