It has been a while since I’ve written anything here. Quite a while, actually. But in the months since my last update, I haven’t exactly been sitting still.

Behind the scenes, I’...

One of the things I’ve always found interesting about Bradley Ghast is that, despite everything he is capable of doing, the thing he struggles with most might be the simplest: living a normal life.

At the beginning of Bradley’s Gambit, Bradley has effectively removed himself from the world. He lives alone in an Airstream on a wooded ridge outside Montrose, Colorado. He keeps his distance from people, drinks more than he probably should, maintains his equipment, watches the terrain around him,...

*Disclaimer: I absolutely copy/pasted to Facebook because I had barely 30 minutes to get this written.

The calendar has entered its annual blender cycle. Between wrapping paper shrapnel, family schedules that move like migrating herds, and the general December chaos, my writing updates have gone a bit quiet.
Consider this a brief signal flare from the holiday bunker. I’m still here, the stories are still simmering, and once the world stops vibrating with festive noise, I’ll be sharing more...

When I first began writing Bradley’s Gambit, I didn’t set out to craft Teagan Anders into anything more than a presence in Bradley’s orbit — someone grounded in the rhythms of Montrose, someone whose life brushed against his in subtle, everyday ways.

But the interesting thing about writing is how certain characters don’t wait for permission to become important.

Teagan was one of them and as it turned out in my imagination, one of the most important.

How Teagan Appeared on the Page

She didn’t...