Things I Love: Old Buildings

I have a thing for old buildings. I love their mysterious dark interiors, the haunted quality they wear like a shroud. I love the dance of dust motes in the history-laden air. I love the scent of old wood floors, wood smoke clinging to whitewashed walls, hearth ashes long gone cold. It’s an obsession with…

When Did the Good Guys Start Losing?

It’s hard to fit my writing into a genre. Some call it thriller, some call it mystery, others call it horror. Preternatural is the adjective my friend the brilliant Regina Hiney calls it, and I think that’s about as close as anyone has ever come to correctly describing the genre in which I write. In…