On September 23, 2014, I published my second novel, Lost Dogs. It has become my most popular book by far, selling thousands of copies, having over a million Kindle pages read, and earning hundreds of ratings. Not bad for a quirky and challenging post-apocalypse book by a no-name, indie author Continue reading “lost dogs” at 10
Follow this link to a podcast I was the guest on, where I discussed creating the characters from Lost Dogs and Stray Cats. The Writing & Editing podcast is hosted by writer/editor Jennia D’Lima, and it runs about 20 minutes. You can listen on Apple, Spotify, and a number of Continue reading creating the characters from “lost dogs” and “stray cats”
Like most other novels, there’s a disclaimer—albeit with a twist—at the beginning of Lost Dogs, my story about two dogs who witness the end of the human world. It goes like this: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons or dogs, living or dead, Continue reading the “lost dog” we brought home
In August of last year, we adopted a 150 lb. behemoth of a dog. This, despite the fact that we already had three dogs (and three cats), and we live in a small house. I will be the first to admit that doing so was insane (like, “They-only-allow-you-crayons-to-write-home-with” insane), but Continue reading a tale of two dogs
My children have never known a home without pets. There have always been at least two in the house. When my older daughter Beth was born, we had our cats Loki and Freya (who were littermates), as well as our dogs Pupcake, Ajax, and Daisy. Beth was very young—3 ½ Continue reading we got six. that’s all there is.
I have three dogs: Cookie, a female black Lab-Beagle mix; Cecilia, a female Beagle-Basset Hound; and Tequila (or Tiki), a moy-macho Chihuahua mixed with maybe Boston Terrier. My wife Joni and I take them around our block every day. And on our travels, I’ve realized that life is a lot Continue reading how life is like a dog walk
This past Monday, we took our cat Mooch to the vet to be put down. He would have been 12 in March. We’ve had him since May, 2008 and he was sickly even back then, so I’m pleasantly surprised that we were able to hurse him along and provide a comfortable Continue reading and then there were five
