Cincinnati Comic Expo

I’ll be in Creator Alley at the Hydra Publications table at Cincinnati Comic Expo this coming weekend! I’ll have my newly-released fantasy novel, Taylenor, available for signing — also the reissued Color Mage books with their great new covers. Planning to be there Friday and Saturday!

Link to the convention website:

“The Stories on their Faces”



My short story, “The Stories on their Faces”, has been published in the April 2018 issue of Bards and Sages Quarterly.

In this story Malla, an older woman who is leader of her people, tries to save them by breaking one of their oldest customs — a tradition that is an integral part of who her people are. The story is about her leadership, and the consequences she must face as she tries to protect them from a frightening future.

Here is a link to Bards and Sages Quarterly on Amazon. 

Winter Market

I’m sick! Nothing serious, but I’m feeling too crummy to make it to the Artists of the Rust Belt Winter Market tomorrow. So unfortunately I’ll have to miss this event, which I was looking forward to.

If you’re in Youngstown, the Winter Market should be a great opportunity to see some handcrafted work by more than 30 local art vendors, and enjoy some beer and food while you’re there.

The event runs from 11 am to 5 pm tomorrow, Feb 13 at the B & O Station in Youngstown.


Rest in Peace, Leonard Nimoy

I’ll miss Leonard Nimoy, even though I never met him.

I loved the original Star Trek. In addition to the space-opera fun, I respected the attention to reason and diversity shown in the series — aspects that were personified by Spock more than any other character.

People who weren’t in the know thought of him as only pointy-eared and logical, sometimes funny in his attention to too much detail. Many others saw the character’s compassion and his struggle to live with his dual, conflicting heritage.

I lost track of Mr Nimoy’s career in later years. I knew he was respected and admired by many others. I read, “I Am Not Spock” years ago, then read other things that made me think Mr Nimoy had come to terms with the character he brought to life for so many. And I was delighted to see him appear in the newer movies.

The news reported that Mr Nimoy was in poor health. But I was unprepared for the darkness the news of his death brought to my day.

So I never met Mr Nimoy. And yet he made a difference in my life and in the lives of many others, through his inspired and nuanced interpretation of a special character. A character that in other hands, would have been much less.

Godspeed, Mr Nimoy.

“I am not Spock. But given the choice, if I had to be someone else, I would be Spock. If someone said, ‘You can have the choice of being any other TV character ever played,’ I would choose Spock. I like him. I admire him. I respect him.” — Leonard Nimoy (quote via






Autumn is for starting over

I was greeted by this sight in my backyard last week.

It’s just a few leaves, turned early, maybe because of the drought we’ve been experiencing. What these few leaves mean to me is — anticipation.

I think many people associate Spring with new beginnings. Others do the same with New Year’s Day — why else all the New Year’s resolutions, as the old year’s last calendar page flutters away and the year ahead is blank on every page?

But for me, the time for new beginnings is autumn.

It probably began when I was a child, and autumn meant school. Or my college years, when it meant new social opportunities, a new apartment perhaps, another chance. But it never stopped. Throughout my adult life, changes have happened in the fall. This fall my first novel will be published, another milestone.

What autumn means is change, new worlds opening up before us, no matter how old we are.

Gone are the hot days of summer when everything seems the same from day to day. Autumn brings variable weather, dramatic beauty, the smell of wood smoke and apples. Schedules change. There’s no more time for sitting around in the shade.

A voice inside says, get up! Start moving! Look at everything there is to do.

That is the gift of autumn. And the best part is those few little leaves, hinting that it’s here — the best time of the year.