Wednesday, February 12, 2020

Review: Where Crawdads Sing

Like others, I suspect, I put this one off. I prefer other genres and wasn't eager to jump into a long novel when I was in the middle of producing my own. But 4.8 stars on Amazon and Oprah's blessing are hard to ignore, so I made an exception. I'm glad I did. I found Where the Crawdads Sing, the debut novel by Delia Owens, every bit as poignant and captivating as most readers say it is.

The story begins in 1952, when Kya Clark, a girl of six, is abandoned by her mother, her siblings, and finally her abusive father. After trying and failing to make her peace with the outside world, Kya raises herself in a shack in the wilds of coastal North Carolina. What follows is a coming-of-age story that spans two decades.

The story is implausible at times. Kya, dubbed "The Marsh Girl" by her many detractors, never gets sick, even though she has never been immunized. She never gets pregnant, despite dabbling in unprotected sex. And she becomes the published author of several reference wildlife books, despite the lack of a formal education.

But these flaws did not hinder my enjoyment of a story that grabbed my attention from the first chapter. The depictions of life in a small Southern town in the 1950s and 1960s are first-rate. So are the descriptions of the plants and animals of the exotic and sometimes forbidding wetlands. Throughout the book, Kya, a recluse, is at one with nature, the one thing that never betrays her.

Crawdads is also a riveting murder mystery. When Chase Andrews, a philandering former football star who is obsessed with Kya, is found dead under an abandoned fire tower, all eyes turn toward the beautiful marsh girl. The whodunit is not solved until the last chapter.

I would recommend Crawdads to anyone who loves a good story, particularly one with an appealing, strong-willed female protagonist. I look forward to seeing the movie version. Rating: 4.5/5.

Saturday, February 1, 2020

Taking a second look at history

The row houses of F Street were more colorful and ornate. Ford's Theatre had a smaller lobby and a bigger stage. Even the forests of Northern Virginia were different. They had more oaks, fewer pines, and much greater density than I expected. But that's why I went. As I wrote last year after visiting the settings for three novels, writers cannot get a true feel of a place without seeing it in person. So this week I traveled once again to Washington, D.C. and put some lingering questions to rest.

Unlike in August, when I gave the capital a brief inspection, I was thorough. I walked miles of the city's streets, visited important historic sites, and did the kind of research one can only do in the District of Columbia. As a result, I learned a lot about places that will be featured in The Lane Betrayal, my current work in progress.

Among other things, I learned that row houses are cool. Really cool. Even those without black-wrought-iron gates, sash windows, and ornamental facades evoked a much earlier time. So did Ford's Theatre, which is still a functioning performance hall. Though President Lincoln's suite was less lavish than I imagined, the theater itself was grand. I had no difficulty picturing the place on April 14, 1865, when it became a tragic footnote in American history.

Like Ford's, the Round Robin Bar, with its circular bar and oak-paneled walls, has changed little in a century and a half. Part of the luxurious Willard Hotel, it is still a go-to site in the capital.

For that reason, I set three chapters in the fabled bar. I set one in the Star Saloon, where John Wilkes Booth mulled his plot over a bottle of whiskey. Now a commercial space, the saloon is adjacent to Ford's.

When I wasn't visiting venues, I was researching them at several museums and the Library of Congress. Among my top finds were old maps of Maryland and Virginia, native plant guides, and information on early settlements in what became the federal city. I plan to include what I found in the novel.

The Lane Betrayal, the first book of the Time Box series, is now in its second revision. I hope to publish the novel in early April.

Thursday, January 2, 2020

Doable goals for a new year

New Year’s resolutions, according to a popular saying, are a bit like babies. They’re fun to make but extremely difficult to maintain. Though I tend to agree, I think the second part doesn't have to be true. When resolving to do something in the coming year, we, as dedicated individuals, can always resolve to do something doable.

That's the approach I'm taking to 2020, with resolutions and goals. Though I have compiled a list of writing and work-related goals for the next twelve months, I have managed to make it manageable.

Topping the list is a new series. I will finish a draft of the first book in the Time Box series in two weeks and hope to publish the book itself in twelve. Set mostly in Northern Virginia and Washington, D.C., in early 1865, the novel will introduce readers to the Lane family.

I don't plan to stop there. Though I have not yet outlined the second book in the set, I intend to start work on it in April, after book one is out, and publish it by the end of the year. Like the Carson Chronicles, the Time Box series will follow a modern family over a century. Like each of my first three series, it will consist of five books.

I also intend to convert two more novels to audio and my newest books to print. If there is one thing I've learned as an author, it's that readers like choice. I intend to give them more of that in 2020.

I hope to give fellow authors something as well. Beginning this month, I will offer marketing, research, formatting, and proofreading services at reasonable rates. Aimed at new authors, Proof Plus will augment, not replace, my writing, which will remain my primary focus.

Here's to a happy and productive year to all of you!

Tuesday, December 3, 2019

Getting (another) early start

Those who know me best know how to process the pledge. When I say I won't start a new book for eight to twelve weeks, they know they can cut that time in half, add maybe a week or two, and wait for me to break my promise. Like a lot of writers, no doubt, I always do.

And so it goes again. With most of my research and preparation in the rear-view mirror, I have started writing my next novel and next series. Set in Northern Virginia and Washington, D.C., in the final three months of the American Civil War, it will document the triumphs and tribulations of a contemporary time-traveling family.

In this case, the Lanes of Fredericksburg, Virginia, and not the Carsons of Flagstaff, Arizona, will take the stage. It's my hope that this family of six will prove to be as compelling as the family of seven I retired this fall. As with the Carson Chronicles series, I will look for new ways to develop familiar themes and explore American history.

I hope to finish the rough draft of the still-unnamed novel by January, when I travel to D.C. and visit at least a few of the settings. I intend to publish the finished work no later than the end of April.

In the meantime, I will devote some time to other priorities. I hope that all of you have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Friday, November 1, 2019

Revisiting a time of conflict

If there is one thing I like about researching a new book, it is learning about people, places, and times I have never met or experienced. I particularly like seeing a historical period through the eyes of the people who lived in that period.

This is especially true when exploring significant eras and events, such as World War II, which was a backdrop for The Mine, Mercer Street, Hannah's Moon, and Indian Paintbrush, and the American Civil War, which will be the primary setting for my next work.

In October, I began reintroducing myself to a conflict that claimed 600,000 lives and forged a modern nation. Though I had read or watched many of the works at least once before, I enjoyed them nonetheless. I expect to peruse many more before I begin writing the first novel of my fourth series, set mostly in Washington, D.C. and northern Virginia in early 1865.

Some of the less familiar sources -- like Abraham Lincoln: A History by John M. Hay and John George Nicolay, Mary Boykin Chesnut's Civil War Diary from Dixie, and The Lady Nurse of Ward E by Amanda Akin Stearns -- are in the public domain and available online. All three were produced by individuals with a front-row seat to history. Filmmaker Ken Burns cited Chesnut's diary often in his epic 1990 television series, The Civil War, which I revisited in September.

I have also begun reading more recently published books, like A Guide to Civil War Washington, D.C.: the Capital of the Union by Lucinda Prout Janke, The Willard Hotel: An Illustrated History by Richard Wallace Carr and Marie Pinak Carr, and The Civil War in Spotsylvania County: Confederate Campfires at the Crossroads by Michael Aubrecht.

My next work, the first in a new time-travel saga, will follow a modern family from 2021 to the final three months of the Civil War and focus on the civilian side. Though most of the characters will be fictional, a few, such as Abraham Lincoln, Robert Lincoln, John Hay, Edwin Stanton, and John Wilkes Booth, will not. I learned more about Robert Lincoln, the president's oldest son, and Hay, one of his secretaries, by reading Jason Emerson's Giant in the Shadows and John Taliaferro's All the Great Prizes, the definitive works on the two men.

I hope to begin writing the first draft in January and publish by June. (Photo: Lincoln's Second Inaugural Address, March 4, 1865. Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.)

Monday, October 7, 2019

Sweating the small stuff

As one who has written fifteen novels that blend both fact and fiction, I know firsthand the importance of getting it right. Writing about time travel, after all, requires more than describing the means of travel. It requires accurately depicting the past. It requires meeting the standards of quality historical fiction.

The challenges are often daunting, particularly when writing about the recent past, as I have done on multiple occasions. When writing about places and times that are in the living memory of many readers, you have to make an extra effort to get even the little things right.

When I wrote my first novel, The Mine, a story set mostly in Seattle in 1941, a few older readers gently reminded me that chocolate-chip cookies were more commonly called "Toll House cookies" and that aluminum foil was generally called "tin foil," even after aluminum replaced tin as its primary component. Since that time, I have done what I could to ensure the historical accuracy of my books, which have spanned eras ranging from the 1880s to the 1980s.

Like many writers of historical fiction, I favor primary sources, such as newspapers, documents, letters, photographs, and oral histories. I generally find eyewitness accounts of events and eras, produced by those who lived through them, to be more compelling than even the best research compiled decades – or even a few years – after the fact.

Even so, I don't limit myself. When preparing to write about times I did not experience, I will often sample the movies, music, and literature of the day. I find it easier to describe Americans of the 1950s and early 1960s, for example, if I immerse myself in the very things that drove them to theaters, concert halls, and libraries.

On some occasions, I look closer to home. When writing The Journey, set in 1979 and 1980, and Camp Lake, my newest book, set in 1983, I relied mostly on memories of — and mementos from — my senior year of high school and my experience at a summer camp in Maine.

No matter where I turn for answers, however, I follow advice that has been around for decades. When writing historical fiction, even in the context of time travel, pay attention to details. Note the nuances and the particulars. Sweat the small stuff.

Sunday, October 6, 2019

A review, guest post, and more

Camp Lake makes its first big media splash this morning at the Reading Cafe. The Canadian blog, which has reviewed all but one of my fifteen novels, takes on my latest today. Many thanks to Sandy and Barb at the site for running the review, a guest post, and a giveaway of the entire Carson Chronicles series. Readers can find all three here.

Tuesday, October 1, 2019

Saying goodbye to a series

I admit I miss the characters already. Even though the proverbial ink has not yet dried on the Carson Chronicles series, I miss the fictional family I have lived with for more than two and a half years.

With the release of Camp Lake, the fifth and final book, I say so long to the seven original members of the Carson clan and their significant others. I close the door on a memorable time-travel series.

Like River Rising, The Memory Tree, Indian Paintbrush, and Caitlin's Song, Camp Lake embraces a place and a time — in this case, Maine in 1983.

Though the novel begins and ends in the Carsons' home state of Arizona, it finds a home in the Pine Tree State.

Nineteen-year-old Cody, the youngest of the three sons, takes center stage in this one.

Along with Caitlin, his brainy twin sister, and Dennis Sawyer, his talented and thoughtful friend, he travels to prestigious Camp Washington, where his missing middle-aged parents met as college students and where jobs, romance, and danger await.

For Cody, a nature counselor, the summer in New England is an opportunity to develop a friendship with a beautiful colleague, a young woman with a tragic secret. For Caitlin and Dennis, it is a chance to grow as a couple and test the boundaries of sacrifice.

For the five siblings, the summer is the next stop on a journey that started in 2017; continued in 1889, 1918, 1944, and 1962; and ends in the era of big hair, space shuttles, and MTV. For all of the Carsons, parents and children, it is a last chance to reunite as a family.

Filled with humor, adventure, and suspense, Camp Lake answers the questions and ties the loose ends of a tumultuous family saga. The novel, my fifteenth overall, goes on sale today at

Friday, September 6, 2019

Audio, sales, and new releases

Some important updates . . .

For the fourth time in three years, I will work with talented actor and voice-over artist Allyson Voller on an audiobook. Voller, the narrator of The Mirror, Hannah's Moon, and Indian Paintbrush, has agreed to narrate Caitlin's Song. I hope to publish the audiobook on Amazon, Audible, and Apple iTunes by the winter of 2020.

Mercer Street will appear, for the first time, as a featured book on BookBub on September 15. Set mostly in Princeton, New Jersey, in 1938 and 1939, the novel is the second in the American Journey series. I will discount the other Kindle books in the series in the week following the promotion.

And last, but not least, Camp Lake is coming in October! Thanks to some significant and unexpected progress in revising the first two drafts, I now expect to release the novel, the fifth and last book in the Carson Chronicles series, sometime next month. I will provide more details on both the Kindle and paperback editions when I can.

In the meantime, I will continue working on other projects, including a new series. I wish everyone a happy and productive autumn!

Sunday, September 1, 2019

For writers, advice is abundant

In On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft, Stephen King advises fellow scribes to "Write with the door closed, rewrite with the door open."

It's not bad advice. I even follow it on occasion when I'm not trying to drown out distracting sounds both inside and outside of my urban Nevada home.

Distraction can sometimes result in inspiration. And inspiration can sometimes result in a better book. King's recommendation is just a pebble on a beach that is accessible to writers. No matter where I look in libraries, in bookstores, and online, I can find easily find experts willing to impart knowledge on writing, editing, and marketing.

Some of my favorite sites include:,,,,, and Promotional sites like,, and, which will feature Mercer Street among its September 15 listings, also offer useful resources for those in the trade.

I intend to utilize at least some of the advice from these sites in the next two months, when I put the finishing touches on Camp Lake. The fifth and final novel in the Carson Chronicles series is now set for a November release.

Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Review: Young Men and Fire

When I was a resident of the Treasure State, I knew all about one of its most tragic chapters. One cannot live within a stone's throw of Helena, Montana, without knowing at least a few details about the Mann Gulch fire, a deadly 1949 inferno that spawned films, books, songs, and changes in how firefighters are trained. Even so, I did not read -- or, in this case, listen to -- the most famous account of the event until this month, shortly after its 70th anniversary.

In Young Men and Fire, winner of the 1992 National Book Critics Circle Award, Norman Maclean tells the story of 15 smokejumpers and a Forest Service ranger who battled a blaze in a rugged and remote ravine near the Missouri River. Published two years after the author's death, the detailed nonfiction account is a staple of Montana literature.

Maclean, a University of Chicago professor and the author of A River Runs Through It, approaches the fire as a scholar, a former firefighter, and a woodsman who was in the area when the fire broke out. Though he spends much of the book examining the scientific particulars of the fire and firefighting, he also offers touching portraits of the heroes and those directly affected by the tragic event.

Only three of the men walked away from the site, including 17-year-old Robert Sallee, the youngest member of the crew, and Wagner (Wag) Dodge, the oldest. Dodge, the 33-year-old foreman, survived by lighting a small grass fire, sitting in the embers, and waiting as the larger blaze passed around him. Sallee and Walter Rumsey, 21, escaped by beating the inferno to the lee side of a ridge.

Though Young Men and Fire does not have the depth or scope of The Big Burn, Timothy Egan's work on the Great Fire of 1910, or even similar books on natural disasters, it is nonetheless compelling, informative, and highly readable. Maclean offers both science and poetry in explaining a tragic event that still defies understanding.

I would recommend the book to general readers, fans of Montana literature, and those who love stories of heroism and sacrifice. Rating: 4/5. (Photo courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.)

Monday, August 12, 2019

Returning to the capital

To be sure, Washington, D.C. has changed in the last 35 years.

Construction fences and security barriers surround everything from the White House and the Washington Monument to various parks and tourist attractions. The traffic, both vehicular and pedestrian, is heavier, and the subway system is more advanced. New museums and monuments, like the ones honoring Holocaust victims, African Americans, and veterans of the Korean War and World War II, have joined more established ones.

Even so, the nation's capital, in its 230th year, is much as I left it in the summer of 1984, when I interned for a congressman and got a close look at a city and a government at work.

I visited the area this past weekend while seeing my son, Matthew, who graduated from the U.S. Marine Corps Officer Candidates School, and youngest daughter, Amy, who recently started a job in the city.

I found both the District of Columbia and northern Virginia, places brimming with reminders of our historical and cultural heritage, as interesting as I had the first time I saw them. Both will serve as backdrops for the first book in my next series. Set in late 1864 and early 1865, in the closing months of the Civil War, the novel will follow a modern American family as it begins a journey through time.

Though the series will have much in common with the Carson Chronicles series, it will differ in many ways. It will feature more history, adventure, and science fiction and follow a family that, for the most part, sticks together. Like my first three series, it will consist of five interrelated novels and feature multiple points of view.

I hope to start the new series in March. In the meantime, I will bring the Carson saga, a three-year labor of love, to a conclusion. I recently finished the first draft of Camp Lake. The fifth and final book of the Carson Chronicles series is still set for a January release.

Friday, July 12, 2019

A visit to Molar City

I am what you might call an American homebody. Though I have visited forty-seven states and plan to visit the remaining three -- Alaska, Hawaii, and North Dakota, I know where you live -- I have ventured beyond the borders of the United States only nine times.

On all but one occasion, I made a short trip, a day trip, to Victoria or Vancouver, Canada. My exotic world travels were limited to two cities in British Columbia.

This week, I branched out and added a country. I visited Los Algodones, Mexico, a postage stamp of a town tucked in the far northeast corner of Baja California. Located about ten miles west of Yuma, Arizona, just south of Interstate 8, it is one of the most accessible and interesting communities on the U.S.-Mexico border.

Known as Molar City, Algodones has one of the highest concentrations of dentists in the world. More than 350 dentists operate in the town of 5,000 people, as well as numerous plastic surgeons, optometrists, and pharmacies. One cannot walk ten feet in the city's downtown without seeing a sign, a building, or a person touting dental services.

Though I passed up a molar extraction and root canal on this visit, I did not pass up many of the shops, restaurants, and cantinas. When in Rome, you order authentic beef tacos and milkshake-sized margaritas and give the street vendors' shiny wares a second look.

I hope to return to this little corner of Mexico sometime when the temperature is below 110 degrees and the city, which had largely shut down for the summer, puts on its winter face. Until then, there are more places to visit and bucket-list items to check.

Monday, July 1, 2019

Remembering a summer

The best summer of my life began on a winter day. Like countless other Oregon college students in 1983, I spent much of that winter looking for interesting summer employment, and on February 11, I found it. That's when I received an offer to work at a boys camp in Maine.

Never mind that I had never traveled east of the Rockies or that the pay barely covered my travel expenses. I wanted to head east in search of adventure. So I did. In June, I boarded a jet (another first), flew to New England, and began an experience I would never forget.

The camp itself was a sight. With more than fifty buildings, including cabins, offices, a dining hall, activity shacks, and a pavilion for movies and stage performances, it was a small city. During the summer, campers and counselors could participate in dozens of activities, including archery, karate, scuba, sailing, waterskiing, and golf.

Then there was the staff. More than eighty counselors, representing 28 states and six countries, including Australia, South Africa, and Britain, came to Maine that summer. So did several hundred boys, ages 6 to 16, who came from some of the wealthiest families in the Northeast.

Most counselors were specialists who led activities and programs. Others, like me, were general counselors who escorted groups of campers from station to station. All of us managed cabins, with one to three other counselors, during the course of the eight-week session.

Though 36 years have passed since that summer, when I participated in several campouts, operated a sailboat for the first time, and finally got up on skis, it remains fresh in my mind. I made friends from around the world, tried a host of new activities, and mentored boys who looked up to their counselors like the big brothers many did not have.

Many of our efforts went unrewarded. Others did not. Later that year, just before Christmas, a New York woman, the mother of a deeply introverted nine-year-old boy, thanked me for teaching her son to ride a bike. Her letter remains one of my most treasured possessions.

This summer I will honor that summer by putting countless memories to thousands of words. I hope to finish a first draft of Camp Lake, set mostly in Maine in 1983, by Labor Day. The fifth and final novel in the Carson Chronicles series is still set for a January 2020 release.

Saturday, June 1, 2019

Visiting the venues, Part II

The steady sea breeze was as brisk as I thought it would be. The scents of the blooming trees and flowers were just as enticing. And though Coronado, California, has changed a lot in the past several decades -- like Boulder, Colorado, which I visited earlier in May -- it is still very much the spirited Navy town I described in Caitlin's Song.

I had a chance to visit the city this week, along with several other venues in the greater San Diego area, and enjoyed every minute. When you see places in person that previously existed only in movies, literature, and your mind, you develop a special appreciation for them. Such was the case with San Diego County, a major setting in not only Caitlin's Song but also The Memory Tree.

I found Coronado particularly inviting. Situated at the north end of Coronado Island on the west side of San Diego Bay, it is a trendy city with a small-town feel -- one where Craftsman houses with porches and white picket fences outnumber coffee shops and souvenir stores. Only the cultivated rose gardens, fence-climbing honeysuckle, and jacaranda trees, with their rough trunks and indigo flowers, could compete.

Nothing in Coronado, of course, commands attention like the opulent Hotel del Coronado, a Victorian fusion of turrets, balconies, and courtyards that has greeted visitors since 1887 and was the inspiration for a hotel featured in both novels. Located between the bay and the ocean, it is as impressive today as it was a century ago.

I did not see as much of San Diego, the more prominent city with the famous zoo and aquatic park, but I did see enough to appreciate its charm. The Gaslamp Quarter, a sixteen-block nod to the late 1800s, is alone worth a trip to California's second-largest city, as are its storied waterfront and countless museums.

I don't know if I'll set another book in this appealing corner of the United States, but I do know I'll be back. Coronado and San Diego, like many of the settings in my novels, are worth a second look.

(Photos from top: Jacaranda tree in bloom, Hotel del Coronado, Navy ship off Coronado beach, entrance to the Gaslamp Quarter.)

Wednesday, May 22, 2019

May update and giveaway

Since getting the bright idea a few months ago to convert my Kindle collection to print, I have made steady progress toward doing just that. Today, I am happy to report that all but the newest of my fourteen novels is now available in paperback form on I hope to add Caitlin's Song, released this month, to that list by the end of July.

Thanks to the speedy work of narrator Allyson Voller, all but one of the books are also available in audio format. The most recent, Indian Paintbrush, my third project with the talented voice artist, went live on and Amazon last week.

Voller also narrated The Mirror and Hannah's Moon. To promote the audiobooks and show my appreciation to longtime readers and listeners, I am giving away ten audiobooks. All of my Audible titles, with the exception of The Mine, which was produced by Podium Publishing in 2014, are available.

Interested listeners can request an Audible book through May 25 by emailing me at

Tuesday, May 7, 2019

Returning to a golden age

At least once a year, I am asked, usually by someone who suspects I'm a time traveler, which era I would most like to visit if I could. Each time, I give the same answer: the late 1950s to early 1960s, when cars were classic, rock and roll was young, and rockets were all the rage.

For that reason, I enjoyed writing The Mirror, set in Seattle in 1964, and Class of '59, set in Los Angeles in 1959. I loved exploring an era that has been immortalized many times in movies, TV, and literature.

In Caitlin's Song, I take one more bite of the apple. In the fourth and pivotal book of the Carson Chronicles series, I send most of my time travelers to 1962, the year of John F. Kennedy, John Glenn, the Seattle World's Fair, and the Cuban Missile Crisis.

Like The Mirror, Class of '59, and even The Journey, set in 1979 and 1980, Caitlin's Song is coming-of-age story about young adults in a simpler, more innocent time. Unlike the earlier books, it is also a murder mystery — one with a critical time component and circumstances that put one Carson in mortal danger and test the resolve of two others.

As the title suggests, Caitlin's Song is Caitlin's book. From the first chapter to the last, the youngest member of the original Carson clan is the center of attention and the focus of the plot. Now nineteen and a college freshman in Boulder, Colorado, Caitlin seeks peace and fulfillment just months after losing her first love in a plane crash.

Others also shine. Cody Carson, Caitlin's twin and alter ego, finds romance, freedom, and fun as a student, while his parents, Tim and Caroline, assume their most important roles to date. The professors, separated from their children for more than two years, try desperately to prevent a horrific crime that will alter their family forever.

Set in 1941, 1972, and 1983, as well as 1962, Caitlin's Song follows the Carsons from coast to coast as they search for answers, opportunity, and each other in some of America's most memorable eras. The novel, available in Kindle format, goes on sale today at

Sunday, May 5, 2019

Springtime in the Rockies

The first thing you need to know about Boulder, Colorado, is that it is prettier in person. From the University of Colorado to the quaint residential districts to the mountains that loom in the west, it is as pretty as a postcard and as inviting as a Rocky Mountain stream.

I visited the town this weekend because it is the primary setting for Caitlin's Song, the fourth novel in the Carson Chronicles series. As with Wallace, Idaho, in 2013; Galveston, Texas, in 2014; Princeton, New Jersey, in 2015; Evansville, Indiana, and Chattanooga, Tennessee, in 2016; Johnstown, Pennsylvania, in 2017; and Sedona, Arizona, in 2018, I wanted to get a firsthand look at a place I was writing about.

I'm glad I did. Nestled at the base of the Front Range on the edge of the Denver metro area, Boulder is a community that comes as advertised.

I visited CU first, of course. I suspected that the university would be alive on the Friday before spring commencement -- and it was. From the Norlin Quadrangle and the Hill to the University Memorial Center and a buffalo-shaped outdoor swimming pool, the sprawling 786-acre campus was a happening place.

Then there was the city itself. Like a lot of college towns, Boulder is cultural gem, complete with dozens of museums, libraries, parks, restaurants, and entertainment venues -- including more than a few aimed at the college crowd. It is even more appealing in the spring, when flowers and trees begin to bloom, hillsides turn green, and residents and tourists, particularly those in the historic Pearl Street walking mall, are at their festive best. If I learned anything about Boulder on my three-day visit, it was that this is a town that knows how to have fun. Even the municipal bus system, with routes called Hop, Skip, and Jump, projects community spirit.

For me, though, the highlight was visiting venues mentioned in Caitlin's Song, including the stone bridge at Varsity Lake, the student union ballroom, the quadrangles, Baseline Road, and Chautauqua Park, a green space in the shadow of the Flatirons and Flagstaff Mountain. Though these sites have changed since 1962, when the book is set, I could easily imagine what they were like almost sixty years ago.

Readers will have a similar opportunity this week. Caitlin's Song, my fourteenth novel, will be officially released on Tuesday.

(Photos from top to bottom: Economics building and museum, University of Colorado; Stone arch bridge at Varsity Lake; Norlin Quadrangle; Chautauqua Park and the Flatirons; Broadway and the Flatirons.)

Monday, April 1, 2019

In defense of plain language

It is a question every writer faces at some point: Should I dazzle or communicate? Or, put another way, should I try to craft the perfect sentence or write the perfect story? In an ideal world, writers could do both every time, all the time. In the world of writer's block and rigid circumstances, they must sometimes make hard choices.

For years I have generally favored simple over complicated and substance over style. Driven by old habits formed in my newspaper days, when I was advised by editors to report events in language a layman could understand, I have erred on the side of clarity.

This approach, which some liken to the Hemingway style, certainly has its supporters. Mark Twain once quipped: “Don't use a five-dollar word when a fifty-cent word will do.” Stephen King says much the same today. In the fifth of his famous twenty rules for writers, he advises others not to obsess over perfect grammar. “Language," he says, "does not always have to wear a tie and lace-up shoes."

Hugh Howey, author of the bestselling WOOL series and the patron saint of self-published scribes, echoes this sentiment. He writes that "readers prefer the clear and concise delivery of an exciting story more than the flowery and sublime delivery of utter ennui."

I believe this is true not only with flowery language but also with things like jargon, slang, and acronyms. Even though I have not read a Tom Clancy book in more than a decade, I can still remember wading through terms like CINC-PAC, DDCI, and NORAD.

I take two steps to improve clarity in my books. The first is to explain unusual references at least once in the context they are made. The second is to run them past my beta readers, who have different backgrounds, life experiences, and areas of expertise.

If one reader does not understand a word or a phrase, I give the term a closer look. If two or more have an issue with the same item, I strike it from the text. I assume readers will be similarly perplexed.

It's not a perfect approach, but it is one that works for me. In the ongoing effort to entertain and inform, it helps me find a balance.

Sunday, March 24, 2019

Review: TURN

As I have written at least a few times, I don't watch much television. Aside from news, sports, and an occasional movie, I simply don't find it worth the time. Every now and then, though, I make an exception to the rule and latch onto something like a sci-fi junkie binging on Star Wars films or a romance fan exhausting the Hallmark catalog.

This month, I took a turn at TURN. For three weeks, I watched all four seasons of the AMC series, currently available on Netflix, and immersed myself in the American Revolution. Based loosely on the exploits of the Culper Ring, an unlikely group of citizen spies based in Setauket, New York, TURN: Washington's Spies gives viewers an unvarnished look at colonial America from 1776 to 1781.

In the series, we see not only the cunning cabbage farmer Abraham Woodhull, the focus of the production, but also his childhood friends, such as the diligent Major Benjamin Tallmadge and the folksy smuggler Caleb Brewster. Women, including Woodhull's wife (Mary), his former fiancée and confidante (Anna Strong), Peggy Shippen Arnold, and her servant Abigail, play equally compelling roles.

I appreciated the series' even-handed approach. Though AMC gives us the nastiest villain I've seen in decades in Lt. Colonel John Simcoe, it provides sympathetic portrayals of other British officers, including John André and Edmund Hewlett, and nuanced treatments of George Washington, Benedict Arnold, Charles Lee, and other patriot leaders. It gives us far more gray than black and white.

Though TURN does take a few liberties with the historical record, it more than compensates with a realistic depiction of the times. Viewers can smell the smoke and carnage on the battlefield and the stench of a prisoner ship. They can see the fear on the faces of men as they shed their uniforms and step behind enemy lines.

I would recommend TURN to any fan of history and drama. As compelling television, it does not get better than this. Rating: 5/5.

Saturday, March 23, 2019

A first draft for novel fourteen

I needed seven weeks and enough keystrokes to fulfill two NaNoWriMos, but I got it done. Hours before the vernal equinox, an occasional time-travel catalyst in the Carson Chronicles series, I finished the first draft of the fourth CC book and forwarded it to the first of ten beta readers. I intend to publish Caitlin's Song, set primarily in Boulder, Colorado, in 1962, by the middle of June.

In the meantime, I hope to convert more Kindle-only books to audio and print. I sent the print edition of Mercer Street to Amazon today for final approval and plan to process at least one more American Journey book before returning to my current work in progress.

Seven of my fourteen novels, including the entire Northwest Passage series, are now in print. Twelve are available in audio format. Indian Paintbrush, narrated by Allyson Voller, is set for a spring release.

Fortuitously for me, I had the chance to discuss spring releases and older books today at the Sixth Annual Henderson Libraries Local Author Showcase. The extravaganza, which drew sixty authors and hundreds of book lovers from around southern Nevada, was a resounding success. I hope to do more such events in the future.

Friday, March 15, 2019

A meet-and-greet for March

Experts advising authors rarely stray from the message. If you want to sell books in a highly competitive marketplace, they say, you have to get out there and interact. You have to meet and greet. Engage.

It's not bad advice. Even in a world where millions of books are sold through online retailers like, there is no substitute for face-to-face marketing. So on Saturday, March 23, I will do just that.

Along with fifty-nine other authors from southern Nevada, I will participate in the Henderson Libraries Local Author Showcase. The sixth annual event, at the Paseo Verde Library, begins at 10 a.m.

I plan to bring copies of my first six novels to the event, which is sponsored by the National Endowment for the Arts and the Nevada Arts Council. I encourage readers in the area to drop by and say hello.

In meantime, I hope to finish the first draft of my current work in progress. Caitlin's Song, the fourth novel in the five-book Carson Chronicles series, is still set for a summer release.

Friday, February 1, 2019

Finding inspiration in music

Writers are notoriously quirky creatures. James Joyce, I recently read, liked to write while lying on his stomach. Lewis Carroll preferred to scribe in purple ink. Agatha Christie fueled her inspiration with apples. Dan Brown reportedly cures writer's block by hanging upside down.

I don't do any of those things. When I turn thoughts into words, I sit in bed or a chair, stare at my laptop, and type. As a writer and an editor, I am as conventional as they come.

No so as a book plotter. When I lay the foundation for a work of historical fiction, I seek inspiration in movies, television, and especially music. Before writing a single word, I immerse myself in a historical era by listening to that era's music. I create an iTunes playlist that is as representative of the time as people who lived through it.

I have done so since the start. When planning The Mine, Mercer Street, Hannah's Moon, and Indian Paintbrush, my World War II books, I listened to a lot of Glenn Miller, Tommy Dorsey, and Big Band music. When plotting The Journey, set during the 1979-80 school year, I dug out the tunes I listened to in high school. When preparing The Mirror and Class of '59, I downloaded the Beatles, Buddy Holly, Elvis, and enough Motown to fill an American Top 40 program.

In January, I did more of the same. I added Chubby Checker, Sam Cooke, and the Shirelles to my vast music library and upgraded my Beach Boys and Four Seasons holdings. Using old Billboard charts as a guide, I created a virtual jukebox that would have been right at home in Boulder, Colorado, in 1962, the setting of my next novel.

I admit that building this playlist was a lot of fun. Some of the best American popular music -- including tunes immortalized in movies like American Graffiti and Animal House -- came out of the early 1960s. So did the some of the best dances and most memorable, if sometimes cringeworthy, traditions, fads, and fashions.

I hope to draw on least a little of that cultural heritage in creating the fourth Carson Chronicles book, tentatively set for an August release. Until then, I will turn the volume up and listen to some of the finest music from yesteryear. Quirky or not, it's a habit worth keeping.

Friday, January 4, 2019

Book trivia for the new year

Like a lot of people, I am a fan of trivia. I find it difficult to skip a book, article, or web site filled with interesting, if otherwise unimportant, details and facts. There is something particularly appealing about information that is intended to be read but not necessarily remembered.

So it was with considerable interest that I recently read one blogger's annual reading roundup. Among other things, the reviewer listed the shortest book she had read in 2018 and the longest. The longest, I am happy to say, was The Memory Tree.

TMT, as I sometimes call it, is my longest book too. At 140,000 words, it is slightly longer than River Rising (139K) and Indian Paintbrush (128K) and nearly double the length of The Journey (77K), my shortest work. For those keeping count, 140,000 words is about 650 print pages or more than half a million keystrokes on a MacBook Air.

As a writer, I am usually too busy to notice or dwell on such statistics. When one attempts to sell books in a competitive marketplace, one tends to focus more on sales, borrows, and subscribers. Not so this week. Instead of running the numbers in anticipation of tax season, I took a more imaginative look at my thirteen novels and learned a few things. Some might make fodder for a round of trivia.

Among other things, I learned, or perhaps rediscovered, that I like putting twins in my stories. In addition to Ginny and Katie Smith, the protagonists of The Mirror, there are Cody and Caitlin of the Carson Chronicles series, Edith and Lucy Green of The Show, and Kurt and Karl Schmidt of Mercer Street. Even Mike Hayes, a major character in The Mirror, is a twin who lost his brother as a child.

I also like employing many points of view, though this was not always the case. In The Journey, only two characters, Shelly Preston and her older self, Michelle Richardson, provide their insights. In Indian Paintbrush, readers hear directly from ten different characters -- the original Carson family and three significant others from the past.

Among the characters with their own chapters, thirty-one are male (including repeats) and forty-two female. The youngest are the Carson twins, age 17. The oldest is Katherine Kobayashi Saito, who is eighty years old in The Show. Seven are journalists, six are teachers, five are librarians, and more than a dozen are high school or college students. Two male characters, including Ron Rasmussen, a Navy seaman in Hannah's Moon, are active or retired military.

Readers who like romantic and family themes may appreciate that there are ten engagements (three for Grace Vandenberg Smith alone) in my novels, eight marriages, and several pregnancies. Two toddlers, Hannah Rasmussen and Lizzie Wagner, get star billing in Hannah's Moon and Mercer Street. Joel Smith evolves from a two-year-old boy to a 43-year-old grandfather in the Northwest Passage series.

Not all of my characters are fictional. Some are very real people cast in fictional roles. Albert Einstein and Eleanor Roosevelt appear in Mercer Street, while Marilyn Monroe (Class of '59), Mark Twain (River Rising), Bob Hope, Orson Welles, and Rita Hayworth (Indian Paintbrush) interact with a few of my protagonists in later books.

California is by far my most popular setting. Eight books are set, at least partially, in the Golden State, followed by five in Washington and four in Oregon. At least one chapter is set in thirty-two other states, the District of Columbia, France, and Mexico. One book, The Mirror, is set entirely within one state -- Washington. Three books -- September Sky, Hannah's Moon, and The Memory Tree -- feature chapters set at sea.

On occasion, I am asked how long it takes to produce a book. The answer varies with the work. I needed nearly ten months to research, write, and revise Mercer Street, but only three months to create The Show.

I intend to take most of 2019 creating the fourth book in the Carson Chronicles series. Research for the novel, set in Boulder, Colorado, in the autumn of 1962, is already under way.

Sunday, December 30, 2018

The blessings of getting older

I remember the morning of my twelfth birthday like it happened yesterday. After delivering the Seattle Times between four thirty and six, when the biting Western Washington cold was at its worst, I raced into my kitchen, where breakfast and — more important — an unopened box of cereal awaited. I did so not because I was particularly hungry but rather because I wanted to fetch the prize inside the box before my siblings awoke from their Sunday slumber and beat me to it.

Those of us who grew up in the 1960s and 1970s may recall that boxes of cereal were no small things back in the day. Manufacturers often put prizes inside the boxes and 45-rpm records on the boxes themselves. Box tops were as valuable as currency, thirty-day offers as good as gold. Breakfast wasn't just a meal back then. It was an opportunity.

So I opened the box that morning, retrieved a forgettable plastic trinket, and had what may have been my first Eureka moment. Rather than celebrate my good fortune, I lamented the fact that an era — my pleasantly simple and carefree childhood — was coming to an end.

I realized that while it was perfectly acceptable for sixth-grade boys to get excited about prizes in cereal boxes, it was not so for teenagers. I was mindful, even then, of the looming specter of junior high. Within months, I would turn my attention from childish things to music and movies and clothes -- and girls. Though the prospect was troubling at first, it was also exciting. Very exciting. The future was out there.

That is the way of life. Most of us spend our years anticipating the next great thing. A driver's license. High school. College. Careers. Marriage. Children. Birthdays like 16, 18, 21, and even 30 call to us like mischievous sirens. As we proceed toward these milestone dates, we think only about what we are gaining and not about what we are losing.

Most of us, after all, do not regret leaving childhood or young adulthood — until, of course, we are no longer children or young adults. Then we want time to slow down. We pine for the times when everything was new, opportunities were limitless, and the future was a vast, empty canvas, waiting to be filled with vivid, memorable images.

And so it is with me. At age 57, I am wistful about days gone by but also hopeful about what the coming years may bring. As I should be.

If I have learned anything from observing the long and productive lives of others, from notables like the late President Bush to my own grandfather, who remained active for almost all of his ninety-nine years, it's that birthdays are guide posts and not stop signs. They are tools that allow us to measure, evaluate, and sometimes recalibrate.

As an author, a new grandfather, and a restless spirit, I remain as optimistic about possibilities as I was on the morning of December 30, 1973. There are more books to write, places to see, and things to do.

The prize, for me, is still in the box.

Thursday, December 13, 2018

A December to remember

I admit that December is not my most productive month. Like a lot of people, I typically set aside nonessential tasks and save them for January, February, or later — after the holidays and a seemingly endless parade of distractions have passed. Not so this December.

Inspired in part by a positive early reception for Indian Paintbrush, released November 26, I decided to move ahead with plans to convert the book to audio and incorporate it into a three-volume boxed set. I had previously set aside both projects for early March.

Allyson Voller, who produced the The Mirror and Hannah's Moon for Audible, will again narrate one of my books. The veteran voice artist will begin work on Indian Paintbrush sometime in January.

And thanks to the speedy work of cover designer Laura Wright LaRoche, who has created or modified all but one of my covers, I was able to release the boxed set this week. Featuring River Rising, The Memory Tree, and Indian Paintbrush, the Carson Chronicles collection is my largest compilation of Kindle books to date.

I also intend to publish at least two more print books before the year is out. The Journey should be available in paperback in the next few days and The Show sometime before Christmas. I plan to convert the entire Northwest Passage series to print before starting my next novel.

As the holidays approach, I give many thanks to those who have supported my work over the years. These people include countless contributors, readers, reviewers, and bloggers who have helped to bring my books to the attention of the reading public. Some, such as the fine folks at the Reading Cafe, who posted a lengthy review and interview on their popular site today, have been particularly helpful. A special giveaway on the Canadian blog continues through December 18.

I wish a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all!

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

The Carsons in transition

As I pondered possible titles for this book, the third in the Carson Chronicles series, I occasionally considered something flippant and direct. I considered The Siblings Take a Break or The Carsons Take a Breather, because, in many respects, the protagonists do just that.

After fleeing floods, fires, wars, corrupt officials, and vengeful gunmen in 1889 and 1918, the five time travelers, ages 18 to 28, attempt to refresh and regroup in the 1940s. They seek safety and peace of mind in their native Arizona as they continue their search for their missing parents -- college professors they have followed through time for a year.

I went with another title, one with more symbolic meaning, because I quickly realized that the siblings' respite was not a respite at all. In Indian Paintbrush, the Carsons, young adults from the modern day, merely find new trouble. They encounter challenges and change amid the deceptive calm of America's home front during the Second World War.

For Natalie and Caitlin, the two sisters, change means starting romances with wartime airmen. For Cody, the youngest brother, it means fighting injustice at a camp for Japanese Americans. For Adam and Greg, the oldest brothers, it means building new families with wives from other eras. For all, it means burying old ghosts, accepting new realities, and confronting mortal threats in a time when possessing knowledge of the future could get you killed.

Though Indian Paintbrush is much different than most of my earlier works, it offers many of the same trappings. There are car chases, celebrity encounters, coming-of-age moments, and a thorough examination of a day gone by. Fans of The Mine, Mercer Street, and Hannah's Moon, my other World War II books, may appreciate the glimpse of the war at home. Readers who enjoyed The Mine, The Show, and The Mirror may like watching a vibrant family grow.

Set mostly in Phoenix, Arizona, in the winter and spring of 1944, Indian Paintbrush continues a sweeping historical saga that began with River Rising and The Memory Tree and will continue with at least two more books. The novel, available in Kindle format, goes on sale today at and its twelve international sites.

Sunday, November 25, 2018

The road from Kindle to print

Since February 2012, when I released The Mine, my first novel, I have put the cart before the horse. While many authors, traditionally published and independent alike, publish books in print before migrating to audio, ebooks, and other media, I did just the opposite.

After publishing The Mine as a Kindle book nearly seven years ago, I let it sit for more than a year before converting it to audio through Podium Publishing. I let another four years pass before bundling the novel with The Journey and The Show in the Northwest Passage boxed set.

It wasn't until this month that I decided to do what I probably should have done in the beginning. At the urging of two readers, I converted my oldest manuscript into my newest print book. The Mine is now something I can put on a shelf.

I hope to follow through with the remaining four books of the Northwest Passage series this winter and then convert the American Journey and Carson Chronicles novels to print (and audio) by the middle of 2020.

In the meantime, I will still put the cart before the horse and release new Kindle books as fast as time and circumstances allow. The next one, Indian Paintbrush, comes out later this week.

Sunday, November 11, 2018

Remembering the Great War

In one of the most poignant scenes in The Show, featured on BookBub today, time traveler Grace Vandenberg tells a distant relative that World War I will end on "the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month." Spoken in October 1918, in the waning weeks of what was then the most destructive war in history, the words comfort a woman who is worried about the fate of a brother fighting in France.

Today marks the hundredth anniversary of that day, when the Allies and Germany put down their guns, cooled their rhetoric, and began the arduous and unpleasant work of settling a conflict that claimed more than nine million combatants and seven million civilians.

Those who know the history of Veterans Day, observed in the United States tomorrow, know that the important holiday resulted from the armistice signed in a private railroad car on November 11, 1918. Though the name and even the observation date have changed over the years, the significance of the holiday has not.

I chose to set two novels -- The Show and The Memory Tree -- in the autumn of 1918 because I consider that time period both fascinating and relevant to what's going on today. Despite a hundred years of armed confrontations, including the biggest one of all, nations still struggle to resolve their differences in peaceful ways.

(Today's date also has some personal relevance. A beloved uncle, my father's oldest brother and a veteran himself, was born on November 11, 1918, and given the middle name Peace.)

Though my contributions cover the home front in 1918, many other works focus on the war itself. I highly recommend Jeff Shaara's To the Last Man and Joseph Persico's Eleventh Month, Eleventh Day, Eleventh Hour, in addition to several classics on the war. One of the best lists of these works can be found at Barnes & Noble.

Those more interested in Hollywood portrayals of what contemporaries called the War to End All Wars may want to consider the list of iMDB's ten best World War I movies. I would recommend numbers 1, 4, 5, and 10 on that list and throw in Flyboys for good measure.

A photo essay of the western front, published last May in The Atlantic, offers readers a glimpse of the war zone today. I encourage anyone interested in this period of history to check these resources out.

Friday, October 19, 2018

Review: Beneath a Scarlet Sky

For as long as I can remember, I have been drawn to books about World War II. From Gordon Prange's At Dawn We Slept, which I read in college, to Laura Hillenbrand's Unbroken, which I listened to last year, I have consumed more than thirty works on the war.

So I did not need much motivation this month to add another title to that list. I needed even less to listen to a celebrated novel that covers several aspects of the war from an unlikely perspective.

In Beneath a Scarlet Sky, author Mark Sullivan has created an all-encompassing work that is reminiscent of All the Light We Cannot See and The Nightingale. Based on a true story of a forgotten hero, it is a gripping novel that raises the bar in its genre.

Set mostly in northern Italy, the book details the trials and triumphs of Pino Lella, who, as a teenager from 1943 to 1945, fought the occupying Germans -- first as a mountaineer guiding Jews over the Alps to Switzerland, then as a spy posing as the driver for a Nazi general, and finally as a reluctant Italian partisan.

Despite a violent political environment that pits Italians against each other, Pino maintains his ties with family and friends and finds love with the beautiful Anna, a woman six years his senior.

Though the novel is large at 524 pages, it never feels large. In Beneath a Scarlet Sky, Sullivan tells a riveting tale that holds the reader's attention from the start. Will Damron, narrator of the nearly 18-hour audiobook, does justice to the author's epic work.

I would recommend the book to anyone who loves World War II history, suspense, and stories of courage. Rating: 5/5.

Monday, September 3, 2018

Another day, another draft

"Writing the last page of the first draft," author Nicholas Sparks once observed, "is the most enjoyable moment in writing. It’s one of the most enjoyable moments in life, period."

I must agree. As one who has experienced that moment more than a dozen times in the past seven years, I can honestly say it's pretty special. Finishing even the roughest of rough drafts is an achievement worth celebrating — if only for a while.

Early Saturday morning I finished the last page of my latest first draft. Indian Paintbrush, the third novel of the five-book Carson Chronicles series, is now, officially, a full-size work in progress.

Set mostly in Phoenix, Arizona, in the winter and spring of 1944, the story follows the five time-traveling Carson siblings as they build new families and chase their parents through the twentieth century.

Much attention is given to sisters Natalie and Caitlin, their relationships with wartime aviators, and brother Cody's experiences as a regular visitor to a Japanese American internment camp.

I hope to publish the 88-chapter book, the sequel to River Rising and The Memory Tree, by the middle of December.

Thursday, August 16, 2018

Becoming a grandfather

Like many Baby Boomers, I have always thought of grandparents as older people. Women who sit in rocking chairs and knit sweaters. Men who tell fishing stories on creaking porches. Folks who start life with a two-generation head start on the rest of us. Someone else.

I don't think that way anymore. Today I think of grandparents as the woman I married thirty-two years ago and the man I see in the mirror several times a day. Time, as they say, catches up with everyone. And at nine forty-one on the Ides of August, it caught up with me.

Thanks to the joyous arrival of a little girl late last night, I became a grandfather for the first time. Like many others who followed texts and emails closely after my oldest daughter, Heidi, went into labor, I had to wait several hours to learn the particulars. But the wait was more than worth it.

Stella Irene Knipe, like her exhausted parents, is doing well. At seven pounds, two ounces, and twenty inches long, with a pleasantly mellow disposition, she looks like a kid who is ready for prime time.

I plan to see my granddaughter in person for the first time next month, when Cheryl and I can get away from Las Vegas, make the long trip to rural northern Idaho, and complete this life change. I can't wait.

Until then, I am content to know that Stella is happy and healthy; that her parents, Heidi and Will, are as pleased as punch; and that sometimes life's milestones are all they are supposed to be.

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Taking a summertime break

According to Alan Cohen, author of more than twenty inspirational books and CDs, "There is virtue in work and there is virtue in rest." "Use both," he advises, "and overlook neither."

This month I plan to pay more than lip service to rest. For the first time in more than a year, I will take a "break" from writing and marketing -- about three to four weeks -- and focus on other things.

This is a good time to take a breather. I am about halfway through the third Carson Chronicles book and at a point where more research and reflection might be beneficial. I still hope to publish the novel, set mostly in Phoenix, Arizona, in 1943 and 1944, by December.

While I am recharging my writing batteries, I will monitor the progress of my twelfth and longest audiobook. Chaz Allen, narrator of The Fire, September Sky, Mercer Street, Indiana Belle, and River Rising, is more than twenty chapters into The Memory Tree and should finish the second Carson book sometime in August or September.

I also plan to do some traveling and see at least a few more settings from previous works. Early this morning, I had the opportunity to visit Mount Shasta, a significant setting in River Rising and The Memory Tree and one of Northern California's natural wonders.

And though I did not see the time portal used by Tim and Caroline Carson, I did see stunning alpine scenery at Panther Meadows (photos). I encourage any visitors to the upper reaches of the Golden State to pay the area a visit. In July, anyway, it is beyond compare.

Best wishes to my readers and others on America's 242nd birthday. Have a happy and safe Fourth of July!

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Getting an on-site inspection

There is nothing like visiting the scene of a scene to stir the senses and get a genuine feel for a time and place. I should know. I have done it several times, most notably on June 21, 2013, when I walked across the intersection of Sixth and Bank in Wallace, Idaho, at exactly the same time as protagonist Kevin Johnson in The Fire.

I intend to do something similar next month when I visit Upper Panther Meadow on the south slope of Mount Shasta in California. Readers of the Carson Chronicles may remember that the meadow is the location of one of three time-travel portals mentioned in the series. All three portals appear only on solstices and equinoxes.

The other portals, prominently featured in River Rising and The Memory Tree, are located near Sedona, Arizona, and New Paris, Pennsylvania. I visited the Sedona "portal" on Tuesday because I had the opportunity and because I wanted to see what members of the Carson family saw in two — soon to be three — works of fiction.

The general setting, south of Bell Rock and Courthouse Butte (above) in Yavapai County, Arizona, was as I expected it to be: stark, stunning, and beautiful. With its abundant vegetation and inspiring landscapes, it was much more appealing than even the tourist photos and satellite images I used in creating several chapters in the books.

Because of the near-100-degree heat and my limited time schedule, I had hoped to get in, take my pictures, and get out. But like the Carsons, I found that trips to Red Rock Country can get problematic in a hurry. I took a wrong turn at a fork in a trail and ended up in a no man's land of rocks, juniper, sagebrush, and prickly pear — with no water, no map, and a bike that was not built for off-trail travel. Central Arizona, I quickly learned, was a land filled with surprises.

I needed a half hour to extract myself from the thicket, much to the surprise of my wife, Cheryl, who remained with our traveling cat in our air-conditioned pickup. Like the vendor at the trailhead who advised me to load up on water, she assumed I knew what I was doing.

In the end, though, the payoff was worth it. The final stop, southeast of Courthouse Butte on the Loop Trail, was as spectactular up close as it was in pictures. I made a mental note to come back soon.

I should note that I did not see the sofa-sized boulder described in River Rising and The Memory Tree. Nor did I see many open spaces or a time portal that floated in the air like a translucent sheet. Then again, I didn't expect to. The solstice was still nine days away.

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

A 'Tree' that bloomed early

I had originally planned this one for August. That was back in the tentative days of October, when I thought I would need ten months to plan, write, and edit a novel as long and expansive as River Rising.

Then something surprising happened. A book came together quickly. Inspiration came, ideas gelled, and words that so often escape me came knocking on my door. By the middle of February, the first draft of my twelfth novel, my most ambitious to date, was a reality.

Today, that work, The Memory Tree, goes live. Set in North America and Europe in 1918, the second book in the Carson Chronicles series literally continues where River Rising left off. It is a story that follows Tim and Caroline Carson and their time-traveling children through numerous trials as they try to reunite in the tense final months of World War I.

Like the parents they hope to find, the siblings search for answers in different places. While Adam and his pregnant wife, Bridget, settle in Tim's native northern Minnesota, unaware of a wildfire that will kill hundreds, Greg seeks clues in Caroline's ancestral home of Baja California. In the raw, bustling town of Tijuana, he finds love, adventure, and a slew of potential enemies. At the same time, Natalie, the ambitious journalist, follows a trail to wartime France, and teen twins Cody and Caitlin renew a friendship with a Gilded Age friend. Like their older sister, they are haunted by the losses and missed opportunities of 1889 and Johnstown, Pennsylvania, the setting of their first time-travel experience.

Though family is an important theme in all of my books, it takes center stage here. In The Memory Tree, readers see the Carsons grow as individuals, experience their highs and lows, and meet distant relatives who come to life. They meet the war heroes, the eccentric heiress, the shrewd businessmen, the beloved matriarchs, and the devoted nurse. They meet them in the times and places that made them family legends and the objects of frequently told stories.

Settings also share the spotlight. Mount Shasta, Redding, Flagstaff, Sedona, and New Paris, Pennsylvania — important locales in River Rising — make encore appearances in The Memory Tree. Duluth, Minneapolis, Gettysburg, El Paso, and Coronado, California, are new. So are the international venues. In the second book, readers will see the Carsons travel to great lengths and push boundaries, both literal and figurative, in an attempt to bring their family together.

It is my hope that others will enjoy reading The Memory Tree as much as I enjoyed researching it and writing it. The novel, the second of five planned for the Carson Chronicles series, is available as a Kindle book on and its twelve international sites.