Why do I write?
Because I believe in the power of human nature. Because I believe in life, and friendship, and heroes, and beauty, and perseverance, and the never ending battle between good and evil. Because I believe that we are all connected to each other, and to the world around us. Because I believe in hope, and mercy, and faith, and sacrifice. Because I believe in knowledge, and goodness, and truth, and the wonder and awe of all those things we may never understand but can still feel. Because I believe in pain, and tragedy, and growth, and learning, and acceptance. Because I believe in science and spirit and miracles. Because I believe in broken hearts and chased dreams.
Because I believe in this world. Because I believe in the next.
Because I believe in you, and because I believe in me, and because I believe in us.
Because I believe in love.
Because I know. And because I see. And because I feel, I write.
I write because I want to help people know the world the way that I do.
To see. To feel. To love.
I want them to believe.
"Jon passed the entrance to the stairwell across from their hotel room door and stopped at the end of the hall, standing in front of the window with his arms crossed and a hand over his mouth. He could feel the heat already radiating from off the glass, despite the fact that it was still fairly early in the morning. Beneath the window, the crowd of protestors behind the fence seemed to have doubled in size since their arrival. They continued to hold up their signs, shouting their contempt at whomever and whatever would listen to them.
Though he could hear it only faintly from the second floor window, Jon could make out a distinctive rhythm to their angry cries. As if a collective spirit of contention had descended over everyone and pushed out whatever sense of reason these desperate and broken people still had left. How much had been taken from them, thought Jon, before they had given up all hope and resorted to shouting their woes beneath the beating rays of an east Texas sun.
The world was going mad around him. He wondered how long it would be before he went with it."
I am excited to announce that after 14 and a half years of contemplation, planning and research, and 2 and a half years of active writing, the first full-length draft of Book 1: When Darkness Builds is finally complete. Thanks to my incessant obsession with in-process editing (and my hatred of rough drafts) hopefully final edits will not take long. I have a few rewrites to complete that were planned later on in the writing process, as both the story and characters matured, and then the manuscript will be passed to a handful of pre-selected beta readers before going on to the editor. Here is the synopsis for Book 1:
"When Emma Grant was fourteen years old, she began to have the dreams."
In a world still trapped in the aftermath of a devastating world war, Emergency Manager and Crisis Psychologist Dr Emma Grant has been asked to speak at the first Constitutional Convention since the United States was founded. With the states coming together in a last-ditch effort to end a crippling energy crisis and the Constitution hanging by a thread, Emma must fight to keep the American government from falling apart. But when the convention takes a deadly turn, will Emma lose what may be her last chance to finally do something about the disturbing images plaguing her dreams?
Or will she discover this is only the beginning?
When Darkness Builds is the first installment in The Caldera Series. It's the story of Jon and Emma Grant, and the power they've been given together.
To save the children of men.
Look for lots of exciting promotions coming over the next year, including the launch of the new book cover and sample chapters for your reading enjoyment!