Summer Of Oh Nine

Quite the summer.

Quite ambitious I’d say. Probably a little too much, but that’s okay. What are ambitions for anyway?

Summer of 2009 found me ending the journey to New Orleans with a broken woman on the run.

It also found me in Tuscany with a despairing journalist and a madman. The shadows covered every single spot in that sprawling story.

Finally, this summer found me in a creepy little town with a sixteen-year-old named Chris who discovered both love and evil.

Hey—if I’m slinging burgers next summer, I’ll know that I worked hard at this writing thing this summer.

Then again, maybe I’ll take next summer off. Who knows?

For those keeping score, stay tuned for some announcements starting tomorrow. Some good things coming up, some sooner than you’d think . . .