I've recently started working on the final draft of the next novel (I'd share the name, but I've been torn between two...). I was hoping to have this ready to print by the end of summer, and I will, but probably just the dozen or so proof copies.
Writing this story has been so much fun. There might have been some subconscious foot-dragging as I've gotten close to the end just because I'm not ready to say goodbye to these characters and this world.
Every Christmas, for as far back as my memory goes, our family had a set of traditions centered on Christmas Eve dinner. Beginning days earlier, my grandmother would start the process of making hundreds upon hundreds of Polish pierogi from scratch. As kids, my brothers and I loved helping out, though that usually just meant rolling the extra little dough scraps into ‘fingers’ and tossing them into the boiling water. I don’t remember ever seeing her reference notes or a recipe of any kind, but...
As we enter spring, I'm filled with a sense of renewal and growth. Cheesy, right? Actually, 'filled' may be a bit of an overstatement. It's more of a less-than-empty feeling if I'm being honest. But that's progress, and these days, any small bit of inching forward is a good thing.
Now, this may seem insignificant, but since I began writing, my only hope was that people would read my books and enjoy the stories. In the first 22 months after publishing 'Misplaced and Forgotten',...
William James (W.J.) Thompson grew up in the South, moving between Georgia and Florida with his two brothers. He spent most of his childhood outdoors, where he could often be found exploring the woods, swimming in canals, or soaking up every moment at the beach. Those early days in the sun shaped who he is and left him with plenty of stories to tell.
After earning a history degree from the University of Central Florida, W.J. made the big move to Massachusetts. Trading palm trees and warm breezes for snowy winters and rocky coasts wasn’t exactly his dream, but somehow he’s managed to stick it out, even if he still grumbles about the lack of bright sunshine.
For most of his life, W.J. dreamed of becoming a writer, but procrastination and self-doubt often got in the way. Eventually, he resolved to finally see a story through to the end, and now he’s making that dream happen.
When he’s not writing, W.J. stays busy with a mix of hobbies. He loves getting lost on hiking trails, playing soccer with his sons, throwing paint at a canvas just to see what sticks, and spending far too much time daydreaming. But out of everything, his proudest achievement is being a dad to his two sons, a role he wouldn’t trade for anything.
William James (W.J.) Thompson grew up in the South, moving between Georgia and Florida with his two brothers. He spent most of his childhood outdoors, where he could often be found exploring the woods, swimming in canals, or soaking up every moment at the beach. Those early days in the sun shaped who he is and left him with plenty of stories to tell.
After earning a history degree from the University of Central Florida, W.J. made the big move...
A moving tale of love, loss, and the lasting impact of our decisions.
David Zinski is stuck in a life of monotony, haunted by the past he chose to leave behind. Each day blends into the next, with only his dreams offering brief glimpses of what once was. But when a sudden accident upends his world, David is forced to confront the truths he’s long...
Matthew Parham died in 1789. It was an unremarkable death. However, his story did not end with his time on Earth. After spending nearly two hundred years in the afterlife, he made the decision to come back as a conscience. Collected here are the twelve life lessons he learned throughout the 300 years of his soul's existence.