“I have Stage IV Cancer. I may well only have 6 to 8 months to live. So I value time more than ever before. I only do what is important and worthy of my time.
Jazz was worth my time.
Jazz has a passionate plot, witty dialogue, and engrossing characters. This virtuosity is rich with what I call “word painting.” Vivid images appear off the text of my Kindle Screen. The author sculpts metaphors out his imagination and I find the results ensnaring.” – Bryan Edmonson, praise for Jazz.
One copy of each of my titles. Signed, delivered to your doorstep. Now, with a big discount. Limited time only.*
“This book was very unexpected. It made me think about what is means to be a writer, what the process of creation means not only to the creator but to those who are affected by what has been written. Much…
View original post 126 more words
The old train station is dying in an atmosphere of panic and chaos. The plaster on the walls and pillars has fallen off almost completely. Concrete and rusted steel bars, the insides of a beast that has never known the innocent pleasure of sleep. The huge clock, anchored against the eastern wall, slices time away carelessly. The ceiling is covered with fantastic irregularities; time has carved long strips of cracks along its surface – badly healed wounds.
Outside, on platform five, Hank is sitting on a bench, legs crossed. The sun is high on the blue sky and makes the air quiver like steam rising from a boiling liquid.
A kid passes by, a sandwich in his right hand, little drops of mustard and ketchup falling on the ground. Hank sighs and takes a look at his watch. He closes his eyes and smiles in quiet surrender, then rises fast…
View original post 603 more words
I’m am excited to announce a new release.
A compilation of short essays about life, death, and what happens in between.
During the Roman Empire, whenever a general would be successful in battle and return home, he would be awarded a triumph, a celebration on the streets of Rome. It was his moment of glory. All the pain and suffering faded away in that moment, because an entire city cheered for him, and in doing so, they created a moment that gave away the delicate illusion of perfection, as if their cheers and claps were capable of morphing a man into a god. But there was a catch. At all times, the general had behind him a slave, whose sole task was to whisper to his ears these two words, “Memento mori.”
Remember that you are mortal. A mere man. No matter how successful…
View original post 201 more words
“Those who can do, those who can’t teach.” – George Bernard Shaw
The so-called expert loses all credibility the moment he decides to ignore this profound truth: he doesn’t really know what he did to achieve his success.
Not the opening you were expecting?
Life has the quality of being random, which we hate(that is why most people are superstitious.) There are events that we cannot control, predict, or even influence.
That being said, if you choose not to read this book, let me give you one piece of advice that holds true: perseverance.
Is that all, you may ask. Yes, it is.
In my five years of daily blogging I discovered that even though one has no strategy, no knowledge, no relations, but works and works and works, one can usually get ahead of those who contemplate the perfect strategy over and over again.
Don’t think, just do
View original post 200 more words
Hi guys, Only one spot left in the Mentors Program. Do you have a WordPress blog? Are you just beginning to get acquainted with the platform? Or maybe you are struggling to fain a following? To fin…