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Short Arm and the Wood Duck Box

Short Arm and the Wood Duck Box

Call it ironic, a twist of fate, or a case of life imitates art. For the past year, I’ve been writing the latest installment in my Nick Drake mystery series. The Demon Skin features a raging river as the principal setting while a deadly whitewater raft trip serves up the action. Shortly after I sent the manuscript to my advance readers and editor in preparation for release, the river I live on began to rage itself. It all started when back-to-back storms fueled by tropical moisture carried by...

Author Talk

Author Talk

Snow, birds, and words were flying on my recent road trip through Harney County, Oregon scouting locations for my next Nick Drake Novel and stopping by the Harney County Library in Burns for a lively conversation with local readers and writers about how I made the transition from nonfiction to fiction, my writing process, and indie publishing. Watch the video here.

Brothers and Swans

Brothers and Swans

Here in the West reports of temperatures reaching 125 degrees in places are, well, downright chilling. The wildfire season got an early start. California has already seen over 2,700 wildfires, burning five times more land compared to this time last year. A historic drought is underway. The coastal river that borders my place is a trickle of its former self. Many towns and counties are contemplating, if not already, enacting water restrictions. All this puts a sharp focus on water usage and the...

Finding Light Among the Flames

Finding Light Among the Flames

The official "Evacuation Warning" came yesterday, the first in a set of commands that are simple in wordage yet portentous in meaning. The warning was no surprise. Annie and I have been closely monitoring the news ever since two of the 12,000 lightning strikes that hit Northern California in the span of 72 hours found tinder perilously close to our home on the banks of a river in a narrow valley that cuts through the coastal range. A third fire is burning only a half-hour to the south as the...

Keeping It Real

Keeping It Real

The facts of life of fiction writing, plus a video with clues about the next Nick Drake novel I’m rushing to write this because I need to get back to my current work-in-progress. I owe an explanation to readers who’ve asked how could I leave Nick Drake in the equivalent of professional and romantic cliff hangers in the last book while I run off to chase facts in Harney County before finishing the next. Walking away from a manuscript in midstream is considered a major sin in novel writing...

Powerful Medicine

Powerful Medicine

How readers help this writer stay the course When I completed my latest Nick Drake novel, “The Shaming Eyes,” I experienced a hangover of sorts, a mix of satisfaction, exhaustion, and restlessness. It turns out that’s not uncommon among writers. A clever yet insightful article in the New York Times even coined a term for it: “postwritum depression.” The piece reported how some authors behaved after typing ‘The End.’ Some did so in celebratory fashion, others seeking solace in the mundane. Jean...

The Tale of a Tiger

The Tale of a Tiger

Finding inspiration can be as close as home or as far away as the other side of the world. (Video below.) Before I turned to writing crime fiction novels, I wrote books and magazine articles on wildlife conservation, natural history, and adventure travel. This background has worked its way into my fiction (it’s no coincidence the main character in my Nick Drake Novels is a wildlife ranger). I’ve been fortunate to visit many lands, from the Amazon to Zanzibar, and to spend time with rare and...

Essays in Photo Book: Our Ocean’s Edge

Art and literature are proving to be powerful tools in creating public awareness of California's new network of ocean parks. My essays accompany Jasmine Swope's evocative black and white photographs in a stunning coffee-table book Our Ocean's Edge published by Nazraeli Press.

A new story now online at SNReview

A new story now online at SNReview

"A Pale Chanting"  "The lie lay between them, there in the double bed beneath a red Maasai blanket, beneath the canvas ceiling, beneath the African moon dissolving into dawn. Outside, a lion prowled the tall grass roaring impatiently for his huntresses. The ground trembled from elephants steered by memories passed on by those who had passed by before. A go-away bird’s cry sounded like a petulant child. Robert listened to the Serengeti awaken, knowing that Sylvie was listening, too, wishing he...

Winning Essay in Oregon Quarterly

A Flyway Runs Through It By Dwight Holing Dressed in a pressed blue suit, my father had on a fixed smile, his good-luck tie, and a pair of comfortably worn athletic shoes. “Take care of your feet and they’ll always take care of you” was one of his folksy mantras, a lesson he learned more than a half century before while leading a company of infantrymen through the murderous and malarial jungles of Guadalcanal. The shoes were my sister’s idea, more of a nod to his practicality and sense of...