GR20 Thru Hike

I feel like I have stepped into a Lord of the Rings world. The corsican mountains are other worldly. Jagged peaks that retreat behind raging mists. I feel a Corsican rebel character forcing it’s way into my next book. Gotta figure what the link is. Maybe an ancient templar code kept hidden in a rough mountain refuge?

Urizen

I literally kept the image of John Brennan in my mind when writing the character of  Urizen in my book Wrathful Empathies, The 2nd Raid on Harpers Ferry.

How else do you convince people that an old white guy can be scary, ruthless and capable of cold blooded violence….  Well, it is not a stretch to imagine him in countless chapter scenes acting out the worst amoral orders of the Authority.

Urizen

The Authority is watching…

This is a snapshot of my website visitor statistics. I thought Google had created a Great Wall that sealed off China’s internet from the rest of the world? If so, that would mean the “visitors” from China to my author’s blog must be from the communist government? Or, my message has reached dissidents within that prison state that are risking everything to view my posts.

Do you relate?

winter night road

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.