Big Drop Virgin
Fifteen minutes of a young surfer’s morning at Mavericks—California’s most brutal break
A Hunter Hangs It Up
I’m not at the end of my hunting trail. But I’m pretty sure that I can see it from here.
(the eternal riddle of) HOW TO SELL BOOKS!
The Sage of Oxford, William Faulkner, proved that one could become a giant of letters even if only a shrimp of a man. The size of a mind, heart or talent, y’see, just ain’t dependent on physical stature.
Return To the Scene of My Grind
You can have Sedona’s supposed vortexes, rumored peaks of holy repute such as Shasta, Mayan pyramidal cenotaphs or Britain’s maze of sacred ley lines… For me, one of earth’s tiptop magical spots shall always be a wee town on California’s coast named Mendocino.
Stalking Stockholm’s Wartime Past
I’ve found that scouting out the foreign locations I plan to cite in my stories can draw me into fascinating encounters. E.g. (exempli gratia)…
