Praise For The Lonely Author Blog

The Washington Post – wtf

The Walking Dead – this is killer stuff

Forest Gump – stupid is as stupid does

Albert Einstein – the difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits.

Edward Scissorhands – this guy is a cut up

Donald Trump – ask me about walls not blogs

Hilary Clinton – sorry I deleted the email with my praise for your blog

Han Solo from Star Wars – great kid. don’t get cocky

Tony the Tiger – this is gggggggrrrrrrrreat

Hannibal Lector – this goes well with liver, some fava beans, and a nice Chianti

Plato of Greek philosophy fame – wise men speak because they have something to say; fools because they have to say something.

Fifty Shades of Grey – who’s he kidding? he’s no gentleman. he has my panties.

Jim Lovell of Apollo 13 – houston we have a problem

Conductor on the 2 train – next stop…. publication

The Wicked Witch of the West – I’ll get you, my pretty, and your little dog too

Lord Voldemort of Harry Potter fame- greatness inspires envy. envy engenders spite. spite spawns lies.

William Shakespeare – better a witty fool than a foolish wit.

Johnny Castle from Dirty Dancing fame – nobody puts bloggy in a corner

Fluffy my Cat – meow

Rhett Butler from Gone with the Wind – frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.

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Andrew Duran: Forever in the Shadows

Ocean waves stroked the tranquil beach as a warm breeze rustled idle palm leaves. Moonlight glistened off of the barrel  of his Smith and Wesson radiating its own personal glow. The scene appeared as natural as the shifting tides or setting sun; as normal as the death and betrayal that punctuated his godforsaken life.

Scratching his stubble covered face; Andrew Duran considered his environment and the ungodly events that brought him here. Time may wane the pain of this treason. His memory might fade as years go by, but he would never forgive their treachery. His square jaw moved as he ground his teeth in rage. Unwavering hatred grew like an unholy tumor, consuming the goodness that once resided inside him, eradicating the man that once existed.

No one could see it coming. They framed a true American hero and labeled him a traitor. Duran should have expected it; his eyes had seen the forbidden. Destined to a life on the run, hunted by the very government that made him, he swore he would never trust again. He expected his past to haunt him.

His enemies would eventually come for him. Here on the shores of Communist Cuba, an island condemned to live in shadows, Andrew Duran would wait for them.

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  •    – Andrew Duran is the protagonist of my novel/screenplay thriller The Exterminator’s Diary

Introducing Veyda

Her resolute aqua eyes spied the barren subway tunnel. Grateful no one occupied the dark passage, she clenched her trembling fists. Tiny glints of light reflected off of subway rails reminding her of the unseen orbs twinkling in the evening sky. A thousand years have passed since the last man witnessed the unholy heavens. Perhaps, she could succeed where hundreds of others had failed before her.

Veyda possessed no fear of death. With mankind on the brink of annihilation, she refused to wait for the inevitable. Unlike her apprehensive comrades, who rejected the idea of an aggressive campaign against the powerful aliens; she relished the opportunity. Let us decide the time and place of our final destiny.

Extinction. The ungodly thought coursed through her angry five foot eight inch frame like a rabid roller coaster on steroids. Detesting the toxic way it reverberated inside her ears, she expunged the word from her vocabulary. How could fate be so cruel? Did life on Earth really have to end here and now? Not if she had anything to say about it.

Veyda refused to join the dinosaurs and Neanderthals in extinction.

Veyda is the lead female character of my novel/screenplay trilogy Paradox 

The Lonely Author Blog

Why did I chose the name the Lonely Author blog? If you are a writer you already know the answer, or should I say you have already lived the answer? Hour upon hour sitting before a laptop, stringing words together to form sentences. Writing paragraphs full of emotion and tension. Filling up blank pages with nouns, verbs, and adjectives in hopes of eliciting a response in our readers. Unaccompanied moments certain we have written prose as sweet as honey, fighting the angry demons inside our skulls who assure us we only created Blasphemy, Bullshit, and Beyond.

My objective is to create an inspirational depot for the weary writer to seek asylum. Hopefully, I can motivate unpublished authors after they receive another rejection note. Maybe my blog will combat the dreaded creature known as writer’s block. At the very least, I expect to make you smile. Perhaps, if nothing else, this blog will allow me to cling to my fragile sanity as I struggle to be heard.

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