Sunday, December 24, 2017

The Littlest Actor

The story below happened when my now 15-y.o. son was only three years old. It's a family story we'll never forget. I'm reprinting it from a previous blog post. Hope you enjoy it.

Every Christmas Eve, my wife and I take our sons to the children’s service at our church. The service includes a kids’ pageant and our boys seem to pay closer attention than they do during the typical church service. Also, we feel that attending Mass on Christmas Eve provides a wonderful way to begin the holiday. After the service is over, we go out to dinner to the one place open on Christmas Eve, a Chinese restaurant.

While my wife and I believe every family Christmas is special, we cannot conceive that any will be more memorable than our last one. It was to be a big night as our older son, Andrew, was finally old enough to participate in the Christmas pageant. He enjoyed two rehearsals and getting into costume, admirably playing the role of a shepherd. Because church seating at Christmas is limited and we wanted to take pictures, we arrived almost an hour early to get a seat up front. We knew it would be difficult to keep our pre-school age son, Christopher, seated for the long service and the time before it. Therefore, my wife saved our seats while I played with Christopher and kept him entertained. When it was close to time, I corralled him and took him to our seats; he sat on my wife’s lap and anxiously looked for his older brother and the start of the show.

Just before the beginning of the pageant, the stuffy air in the crowded church became a little more unbearable than usual. As there were several babies in the immediate vicinity, my wife and I both thought one of them must have needed changing. Catching the odor, Christopher said aloud, “What’s that smell?” He turned around, looked at his Mom, and said, “That’s disgusting! Mommy, you stink! Mommy, go to the bathroom!” We did our best to quiet him down, while the people around us were suppressing their laughter. He continued on, repeating the words, “That’s disgusting! Mommy, you stink! Mommy, go to the bathroom!” Eventually, Christopher quieted down and the pageant began.

After Mass ended, we walked to the car, buckled the kids in, and drove away. On the way to the Chinese restaurant, my wife and I discussed the incident. She realized that the words Christopher used in church were the same ones she had used with him during his potty training. Also, we were convinced one of the babies close to us during the service must have had a poopy diaper or probably just passed gas. We chuckled about it. However, our little guy provided the last laugh. Overhearing the discussion, Christopher, with the smile that only a young child can produce, piped up with one more comment, “Oh, in church? That was me.”

Sunday, December 17, 2017

New Goodreads Giveaway in Australia, New Zealand, and Japan



To celebrate my book, The Samurai's Heart, being available in print in most of Asia, I've started a new giveaway on Goodreads. The giveaway will be focused on Australia, New Zealand, and, of course, Japan. The giveaway begins December 18 and runs through January 8. It can be accessed by clicking the giveaway icon at the top of the page. I've also marked below places you can purchase the book in those countries, if you can't wait.

Amazon Australia, please click here.

Amazon Japan, please click here.

Book Depository, please click here.

Please note that Goodreads will be ending their giveaways outside of the U.S. after January 8. I hope you enter this one. Please sign up for newsletter by completing the contact form on the right.



Saturday, August 19, 2017

Romancing the Genres

I'm appearing today on the blog "Romancing the Genres," talking about my thoughts on being a male writer in the romance world. Please click here to be taken to the website.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

The Second Eye



The above one-eyed figure is a daruma doll. At some point today, I plan on blackening its other eye.
For those of you unfamiliar with a daruma doll, it is a good luck talisman used in Japanese culture. Meant to represent Daruma, the father of Zen Buddhism, the doll is purchased with two white eyes. One eye is filled in and a goal is set (or wish made). When the wish is realized, the second eye is filled in.
The daruma above is the second one I’ve purchased for my writing goals. I purchased my first one nine years ago and set my goal of “being published.” Though my thoughts at that time were of a full-length novel, I filled in the second eye of my first daruma when I had a novella published in a Christmas anthology in 2011.
Even with that, I maintained the dream of publishing a full-length novel. I purchased another daruma, blackened its eye, and kept it ready for the day. If I’d known then how long it would take me to finally add a second eye, I don’t know what I would have done.
I’m proud to say that the day has now come.
My first novel, The Samurai’s Heart, is now available. My blurb is below.
Japan, 1587. Sen must find a husband to marry into her family’s swordsmith business. She seeks a Christian husband, though Christianity is banned. Enter Nobuhiro. Third son of a high-level samurai, Nobuhiro fled his harsh father and apprenticed himself to a swordsmith. He yearns to prove his worth. They seem an ideal match. But for Sen, the choice is faith or family. For Nobuhiro, choosing a Christian ends any reconciliation with his family. Can love be forged from the impossible?
If interested, please click here to be taken to Amazon.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

The Samurai's Heart now up on Kindle Scout

I've taken the plunge on Amazon's Kindle Scout program, submitting my novel The Samurai's Heart for consideration. The novel will be up through March 20. Please take a moment to look at it and vote for me. If Amazon selects me, then all of those who voted for me receive a free copy. (You need to leave your vote in place until the end for it to count.)

The premise is below.

Japan, 1587. Sen must find a husband to marry into her family’s swordsmith business. She seeks a Christian husband, though Christianity is banned. Enter Nobuhiro. Third son of a high-level samurai, Nobuhiro fled his harsh father and apprenticed himself to a swordsmith. He yearns to prove his worth. They seem an ideal match. But for Sen, the choice is faith or family. For Nobuhiro, choosing a Christian ends any reconciliation with his family. Can love be forged from the impossible?

Please click here to be taken to the site.