“We read to know we’re not alone.” ~C.S. Lewis
This is also the reason I write. A few days ago I mentioned that I was in a bit of a writing funk and now I know why. With my book, Where the Light Enters, I created a whole cast of characters set in a whole new world. Now that I’ve finished the first manuscript, I really missed them the way I miss people I love when I don’t see them as often as I’d like. It’s strange to think that we can invent something that gives us that kind of emotion, but we can. I guess it is a great blessing and curse of our imaginations.
And so today I started sketching out ideas for Miss Emerson Page and the enormous task she takes on at the end of the first book. I don’t know where she’s heading yet, how she’ll get there, or who she’ll meet, but I do know this—it’s wonderful to see her again.

















My neighborhood is being torn down and built back up at lightning speed. Within 2 blocks of my apartment there are no less than 8 new high-rise buildings.The construction cycle is now a 24/7 operation as builders scramble to get these spaces dug out and enclosed before the winter hits. At one point there was so much construction on my block that some builders had to get night permits for demolition because they couldn’t fit anymore equipment on the street.