|A loony writer viewing the looniness of the human race-with humor
I have written four e-books, the covers of which are seen below.
My first two e-novels Loonies in the Dugout and Loonies in
Hollywood are fictional accounts of true stories. Though they have
the same lead characters, Chet Koski and Eveleen Sullivan, they
are stand alone novels. By clicking the buttons above you can learn
a bit more about the stories.
Cemetery Tales and other Phantasms
Eight stories from the Twilight Zone of shadows, cemeteries,
castles; where life and death mingle in haunting dimensions of
reality and unreality, of eerie journeys, strange beginnings, strange
endings, and revenge from the grave.
More Cemetery Tales and other Phantasms
Stories in the spectral shadows where transition from life to death
becomes blurred; where shadows haunt both the living and the
dead; where shadows disorient and confuse. Story one is about a
different kind of a theatre, one you may or may not want to visit.
Story two is about a house in the woods that may or may not be
haunted; it is for you to decide. Story three is about a man walking
in a cemetery and has trouble communicating with those he meets.
The fourth story is my humble attempt to re-imagine the ending of
Mary Shelley’s “Frankenstein.”
The fifth story is about a crazed killer who -no, I can’t tell you. Story
six is about a boy going to his first parade. Ah, how sweet. So you
might think before reading this story. The seventh story is about a
man who wakes up and finds a dead woman in his bed and has no
idea who she is. And the final story is about what happens to a
writer creating stories like the previous seven, a story where some
characters will be familiar.
The boring stuff: I have a degree in English Literature from Western
Washington University. Wrote film reviews for ten years for a small
town newspaper, doing some freelance news stories as well. I live
in the Pacific Northwest with a cat who insists she is a zombie.
Now the fun stuff. Since I was born the following has happened to
me; my mother and I saw a UFO; my voice was recorded at the
Washington State Performing Arts Center and used as a radio DJ in
a play; I was a volunteer legislative aide for one year in the
Washington State House of Representatives; I managed theatres;
owned a bookstore; a brief memoir of mine was published in
"Christmas Spirit" by St. Martins Press; I visited the homes of John
Keats and Charles Dickens when I was in London (they weren't
home); I stayed in the same hotel in London-though I did not know it
at the time-where Jimi Hendrix died; I nearly severed a large vein
or artery (how do you tell) on the back of my hand with a broken
dish I was washing at a friend's apartment in Goteborg, Sweden;
while house sitting at Ocean Shores, Washington, a butcher knife
fell out of a cupboard nearly slicing my finger off; I may have met
the Manson Family one month before the Tate-La Bianca murders; I
was stranded in Esbjerg, Denmark, without money; I am descended
from two Danish Squires; I am a Strat-o-matic fanatic; I learned when
living on North Cherokee in Hollywood, that across the street on
the next block was one of the places where "The Black Dahlia"
lived; I owe Rick Barry, NBA Hall of Famer, an apology; I heard
Anthony Burgess, author of "Clockwork Orange" tell a lie-and I was
reasonably disheartened; I could go on, but I have to stop