Inside the Idea: A Glimpse Into A Crusty Writer’s Mind

A Fascination With History

When I was a kid I was blessed to have parents who encouraged my interest in history. My folks took me to countless forts, battlefields and museums. There is something special about seeing things in person rather than just hearing about them in school. I remember standing on the battlefield at Antietam when I was twelve and trying to imagine what those boys who had died there might have felt as they faced a charge. I recall closing my eyes and seeing the flash of bayonets and there was the smell of gunpowder and the screams of the wounded and dying. Inside the farmhouse there were pictures of dead soldiers sprawled over the very ground where I stood.

I visited many revolutionary war battlefields and was privileged to explore the Smithsonian. History came alive for me. I recall being blown away by the fact that I was looking at George Washington’s sword, the one he had worn into battle. And then seeing the sword that he accepted in surrender from General Cornwallis at Yorktown. The connection between where we had come from as a nation and where we’d ended up seemed to be a tangible thing that mostly made sense to me. It gave me a deep sense of appreciation for those who’d sacrificed everything for America.

During those same years, I was devouring science fiction like a starving man at a Golden Corral, eagerly immersing myself in futuristic worlds and complex narratives. The imaginative universes created by authors like Asimov, Heinlein, and Herbert made a huge impact on me, each story weaving intricate themes of humanity, technology, and moral dilemmas that challenged my perspectives. I found myself pondering the ethical implications of artificial intelligence in Asimov’s tales, the gritty social commentary within Heinlein’s works, and the rich, intricate political landscapes of Herbert’s Dune series. Each book opened a new door to possibilities, fueling my curiosity about the universe and igniting a passion for storytelling that has stayed with me ever since.

I think my books reflect my love of history expressed through the “what if?” lens of science fiction.

A Fresh Twist on Old Themes

With the Wrath series, I explored what the aftermath of World War Three might look like. In Tears of Abraham I delved into the horrific destruction that a second Civil War would bring to the country. The Fortress America will ultimately combine those two Themes.

I am hard at work on the next novel in the series, Anvil of War. This one is centered around the defense of Taiwan against the Chinese invasion, and it picks up right after the events of Forge of Freedom. The third novel is as yet untitled but will take place probably twenty-five years in the future and will revolve a second American Revolution in the wake of the Bates authoritarian presidency.

Some Tidbits

The title Forge of Freedom was my publishers’ idea. The brothers John and Dean must endure tremendous pressure from their father. The title is meant to evoke that heat and pressure and that hardened resolve.

Fortress America is the name of a military board game I used to play with my old buddy Arthur back in high school. The premise of the game is that the United States has become extremely isolationist and is invaded. As of this writing, the global opinion of the United States has plummeted. 74% of people in Germany and 65% in the UK and Canada have unfavorable opinions of the United States. This, following the Greenland embarrassment, when Germany and France sent troops to Greenland to defend against America. If something does not change, NATO will fall apart.

I had planned and written the assassination plot line a year before Trump ran for office again. After the attempt happened, I was so discouraged by how close it felt to my novel that I quit writing.

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Coming Soon!

The Angel’s Last War has found a home with World Castle Publishing! This will be released soon, probably in the summer of 2025.

What if you could live forever—but never escape the battle between good and evil?

Malak’s first memory is of the Crucifixion. From that moment, he is cursed—or perhaps chosen—to die and rise again, century after century, witnessing the rise and fall of empires, the birth of religions, and the unrelenting cycle of human suffering. From the burning of Rome to the Crusades, from the Inquisition to the Black Death, from the battlefields of the American Revolution to the war-torn present, Malak searches for meaning, haunted by a beautiful and enigmatic woman who seems to follow him across time.

Now, in the modern world, Malak leads a clandestine organization dedicated to preventing humanity from spiraling into chaos. But his latest mission—assassinating a Saudi prince funding global terror—has put him in the crosshairs of the CIA. Worse, a greater enemy lurks in the shadows. Lucifer himself has been waiting for Malak, and at Megiddo, the prophesied site of Armageddon, he will offer him an agonizing choice.

Spanning two thousand years of history, faith, and violence, The Angel’s Last War is an electrifying, thought-provoking epic that will keep you riveted until the final, fateful choice.

This is the best book I’ve written thus far, I think. It took me years to write and I did a tremendous amount of research. Because it spans two thousand years, there was a lot to learn that wasn’t covered in my history classes!

While this is not a specifically Christian book, it is written from a place of faith, and I tried very hard not to directly contradict anything in the Bible or what we know of history. My personal belief is that God exists, but he’s so far beyond human comprehension that we cannot adequately describe Him. There is certainly a difference between religion and faith, and great evil has been perpetrated by organized religion through the ages, as men subvert goodness to their own desires. The Crusades and the Inquisition were a nasty bit of business.

A side note that some readers may find interesting:

I’ve never seen a demon or anything supernatural, but, while researching one particular demon for this book, I experienced a migraine headache, the only one I’ve ever had in my life, and I had to leave the house. There was a palpable sense of evil around me, a heavy, sticky weight that lasted for hours. It was bad enough that I tabled the book for a while.

The cover art depicted here is not final, just conceptual. I’ll have a final cover reveal when my publisher approves it.

Where have I been, and what’s next?

I’m not gonna lie, sometimes my general optimism gets the best of me.

I guess I’ve been on the water a lot

Over the last three years, I’ve allowed myself to become distracted, destroyed, and derailed. I’ve divorced, dated and loved and lost and attempted to rebuild myself and while it’s been mostly fun, it’s exhausting. I’ve lost track of what what I really want to do.

It’s an easy trap to fall into. It started with the notion that I want to be happy, and that writing no longer made me happy. This was a subversive thought, a slippery slope. Writing for the money doesn’t make me happy, but sharing my stories, creating for the sheer love of it, does bring me joy. Whether it’s a novel, a song, or a short story, I’ll be a writer until I die.

I’ve become an avid Kayaker, and love paddling the Florida springs and rivers. I’ve traveled domestically a bit and look forward to more. I’ve tried to learn to be still. I’d like to believe I’ve done some growing; I’m still a romantic at heart. I’ve met someone new who makes me believe. I’ve felt an internal shift, as I grow long in the tooth, knowing that time grows short. I have not said all of the things I feel the need to say with my life.

I’m writing again, and I’m sending out query letters for Angel of the Fall, my sixth finished novel. I hope to find a publisher within six months, and if not I’ll likely self publish it. I hope that doesn’t happen, as I’m not particularly good at self publishing.

I’m striving to be the best version of myself that I can be, and I’m not surrendering to the noise of disillusion, disappointment, and deceit that howl at all of us.

New Release!

Rose Colored Glasses is now available in ebook and paperback.

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0888T4RWP/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i0

For my fans, I’m sorry this took so long. I know some of you have sent me messages asking why I haven’t released any books in a few years.

There were two big factors. First, this was a very difficult book to write. It’s ultimately a love story as much as it is a thriller, and it centers around a failed marriage… something I’ve had intimate experience with. I struggled with how the book needed to end, writing many different versions of the last third of the book. I’m satisfied that it ended the way it needed to.

Second, I’ve been very busy with my day job as a solar consultant and my family. It’s been difficult for me to find the right balance of work, writing, and family. It’s a personality flaw— I tend to focus on only one of those things at a time, and when I do, other things suffer.

About the book—

My previous novels have been in some measure military thrillers, while this one revolves around only a few characters. This one also has some pretty graphic sex scenes and profanity, whereas the Wrath trilogy was squeaky clean.

I poured myself into this one, and there are certain things that cut close to the bone. I wrote large chunks of it while my wife and I were separated, so while the details of the book are vastly different from reality, there is a brutal honesty in the emotion.

What’s next?

I’m currently about 1/3 of the way through my next novel, the first in a planned trilogy. This one is more akin to the Wrath series. It will follow a family through three generations dealing with global wars sparked by climate change and pandemic, and in the final book, an American Revolution against what has become an autocratic, new-fascist government.

Thank you for reading!

I hope you’ll buy my book, leave me a review, and let me know what you think. I truly enjoy interacting with readers and discussing my books.

Yes, these are scary times… let’s be kind

The Coronavirus is frightening, lethal, and spreading, but that doesn’t mean that we should curl into a collective fetal ball and wait to die. We must continue living, questioning, loving, thinking, and solving problems.

Hysteria never solves anything. Let’s be rational, then. Let’s listen to the scientists and immunologists. Let us also listen to history and our moral compass. Most people are kind and good, I still believe, although the wolves and morons have always, and will continue, to make life harder than it should be for everyone else.

There has always been a battle between liberty and safety because morons and outliers do stupid things that endanger other people or themselves. Our Constitutional rights are inherently limited because of this. My right to free speech does not include the right to scream “Fire!” In the middle of a crowded theater, and your freedom to swing your fist ends at my face.

This is why we have laws. Our country was built on the ideas of European philosophers like John Locke, who argued that a social contract exists between the government and the people, and that the government exists to protect the people from the state of anarchy that would exit without it. The government exists to serve the people.

This isn’t team sports. The country seems to be following the same pattern with respect to Corona Virus that it has since Barack Obama became president, with Republicans saying one thing and Democrats another and the American people getting smashed in the middle, whether they know it or not. It’s some kind of bizarre knee-jerk reaction in which people instantly disagree without weighing the facts, on both sides. We are needlessly polarized. This isn’t Florida versus Georgia, a vicarious game for bragging rights. With a pandemic, you’d think we’d all be on the same team. Obviously, we don’t think so, and that’s a big damn problem.

The virus doesn’t care who you vote for and will kill with egalitarian efficiency. Rich, poor, black, white, young or old, people are dying. It’s not us versus them… it’s us versus a virus. We have to beat it together.

I live in Jacksonville, Florida, and the beaches opened up with limited hours and social distancing rules in place. Like team sports, the liberals lost their minds, and the conservatives cheered. Here’s the thing. If people can’t do the right thing, then what is the solution? What’s the long term outlook?

I’m going to the beach tomorrow, as long as it makes sense and there aren’t knots of people every where. I’ve been locked in with my family for four weeks, and as long as we keep our distance from others at the beach, this should not be an issue. I hope that police will give out citations for people violating the rules and enforce the law. If it’s crowded, I will sadly walk away.

For liberals… how much central authority do you really want the government to have? How do you subdue the outliers and morons without subverting your own values, particularly with Donald Trump in power? Is this not the path to despotism? How long can the entire economy be shut down? Doesn’t it make sense to discuss how to reopen in a responsible fashion?

For Conservatives… if “Big Government”is what you despise, if state’s rights are important, how can you stand aside and justify the president calling for the “liberation” of states? Do you really believe holding rallies, waving confederate flags and carrying rifles during a pandemic is a responsible way to get your point across?

Back to the social contract… most people don’t care about those ideas. They want a fair, just, government and the ability to live their lives. I believe that seat-belt laws make sense and clearly save lives. Corporations should not be allowed to poison drinking water, police officers should not get away with killing people of color, and presidents should not be allowed to use the toilet paper shortage as an excuse to wipe their ass with the constitution.

I also think people are incredibly stupid and selfish, and that it’s not the governments job to save them from themselves. We as a nation have a duty at this point to use good judgement and common sense.

It’s not the end of the word because the the planet will go on, people will live and die and love without us and the tides will come and go and seasons will change.This virus isn’t an extinction level event, awful as it is.

We all die, so why not take a minute to accept that fact and make our lives mean something by doing a good thing for somebody else. Realize that we are all connected, and take comfort in that truth. Death comes for us all; what we do with our life is up to us. I’m all for continuing to live, obviously! I’m going to social distance and pay attention.

Living in lockdown is bad enough, without the constant drum beat of panic porn on the internet, the rage spilling onto the streets, and the absurdly divided way we seem to be viewing and confronting this virus. Let’s be kind.

Great Expectations

My favorite opening line in literature is from David Copperfield: Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station shall be held by anybody else, these pages must show.”

I love Dickens.

My reach has always exceeded my grasp. For artists, I think this is norm. It’s next to impossible to make a good living with words and rhyme, melody or canvas. Somehow, we keep striving, because we must. And part of that is the belief that somehow, some way, we will succeed, and hit something out of the park. I’ve clung to that belief all my adult life, perhaps foolishly. I’ve worked towards that goal, too, sacrificed time and memories and relationships at the altar of words. Sometimes I am plagued by doubt, brought to my knees by my innate selfishness and the thought of the tens of thousands of hours I’ve spent over a notebook, a guitar, a computer.

I remember the times I came so damn close, only to have things evaporate. The songs “on hold” by huge artists. The books that seemed poised to take off, only to wind up at the discount bin. I get my hopes up, and crash and burn, and it’s painful. At this point, I’m jaded. I still believe, though. I really do, deep down.

Yesterday, I got news that would have made my younger, less jaded self, dance naked in the streets. A major television network is very interested in my books. They want a meeting. Twenty years ago, I’d have lost my mind. Hell, twenty years ago, I’d never have believed I’d have books published, in stores. I was a songwriter, not an author. Life is funny.

I still have great expectations. This may fall through, and if so, it’s on to the next network, the next book, the next script, the next article. I can’t stop writing.

And if I never hit it out of the park, at least I can look myself in the mirror at the end, gray and worn out and full of regrets, but not that one.

So to my fellow creatives, keep writing, keep singing, painting and smiling. Keep believing.

Let’s be heroes.

Poetry

Words

I’m but a writer

A poor troubadour

Building castles in clouds

Dreams and nothing more
My love is fierce 

We’ll laugh and cry

The lows may be low

But the highs will be the highest
We’ll dance among the stars

I’ll make you believe

Till we break each other’s hearts

When we both see
I’m just a writer

For as long as I live

Words are the only thing

I’ll ever have to give

The Rush to World War III


The hammer sees only the nail, the sword craves blood, and the bullet yearns for a target. The world is now at the greatest risk for nuclear war at any time since the Cuban Missile Crisis. Certainly North Korea (DPRK) is a threat to stability in the region, but is it worth going to war over? Why is this happening now, and what are some solutions?

Why Now

The US goes to war when powerful interests align. Our country has a rich history of shedding blood for money, going all the way back to the American Revolution. It’s what nations do, placing the economic interests of the country ahead of human lives. It’s not pretty, but it’s a fact. From the Trail of Tears to the false flag “Remember the Maine” and on to the Gulf of Tonkin, the US has manipulated public opinion to justify wars for economic and political gains.

Remember the war in Iraq? After 9-11, the US craved (understandably) justice. When the bombs started falling in Baghdad, I’m ashamed to admit that I cheered. Intelligence supported the fact that Iraq possessed weapons of mass destruction. Colin Powell, whom I trusted, came on television to state this. The US went to war, and after years and as many as a million deaths, Iraq remains a quagmire. The truth of that war may never come fully to light, but we know that Cheney and Rummy believed that democracy was the answer to Middle East instability, and that by smashing Saddam’s dictatorship, the US could prop up a new government favorable to our interests. Oh, and oil. In that instance both the military industrial complex and oil companies stood to profit enormously.


Fast forward to Korea, now.

Saber rattling on both sides is nothing new. DPRK loves to issue fiery threats against the US. Little Kim is a little unhinged, that is true. But is he truly a suicidal one? If North Korea attacks the US, that regime is finished. Dictators want to remain in power, so it’s unlikely that this particular despot would go out of his way to attack the US, bringing about his certain demise.

Trump needs a war to distract the country from the investigation into his finances and possible collusion with Russia. Furthermore, the military industrial complex wants to see more spending by the federal government so they can build tanks, bombs, planes, ships, and submarines. There are trillions of dollars at stake. Wars have begun for far less.

The suspicious timeline

How is it that suddenly DPRK has miniaturized warheads? This assessment, in a story from the Post a few days ago, is based on the Defense Intellegence Agency. It’s not a consensus from all of the agencies who review intelligence. The NSA and CIA have yet to weigh in. So that abrupt assessment is suspect. Furthermore, even if DPRK has managed to miniaturize the warheads, they likely have not developed a re-entry vehicle capable of delivering the warhead to its target without burning up. Upon re-entry, the temperatures soar. As of only a few weeks ago, it was believed that North Korea was five years away from achieving these milestones.


Fear is the mind killer

The mainstream media thrives upon bad news and fear. By playing to our fears of a nuclear holocost, the march to war becomes something which the American public is more likely to accept. After all, North Korea is an “evil empire” bent on killing innocent Americans, right? The fact that Lil Kim uses bombastic rhetoric only serves to bolster the case against him.

Solutions

China remains the key. China can apply enough economic pressure to convince Lil Kim to abandon his weapons programs, at least or a time. Long term, the best solution, as insane as it sounds, is another case of mutually assured destruction. DPRK is a protectorate of China, and war with them means war with China. War with South Korea means war with the US. This would ultimately de-escalate tensions because both sides would understand the rules. Eventually, China should initiate a regime change in North Korea, propping up a government easier to manage.

Perhaps a fully staffed State Department is in order? A president who understands geopolitics?

The US faces a similar dilemma with Iran and Russia. If diplomacy fails, the alternative is unthinkable. Because World War Three is a war with no winners.

Shameless self-promotion

Finally, if you’re interested in reading about the aftermath of the next world war, please check out the WRATH series!

Expectations

They shape us, sometimes sculpting with care, but often chipping away at who we could be. For expectations are born both from within and from without. Left unfettered, expectations will crush a soul, reduce an artist to rubble, and smash the joy we should feel every day.

Our parents start the process… “You go to a good school, get a good job, marry well, have children, and work hard. Go to church on Sundays. We absorb these ideas until they seem to be our own.

Then our peer group kicks in, and they can either help or hinder the process of personal growth. In my case, my friends from school and early adulthood tended to be unconventional. I tried to have it all, marrying a lawyer and writing songs in Nashville and never quite fitting in. Like many writers and artists, I strived for conformity, yearning for acceptance. But as an unknown writer, I was always just on the other side of an invisible door.  I could see the people, smell the food, and hear the music, but I was more spectator than participant. So close,  yet infinitely far.

Artists and creatives who surrender early on my find happiness if they can kill that part of themselves which longs for artistic success. It’s tough to achieve a balance.

We believe, deep in the secret places of our heart, that we are living a certain kind of lie, that there is something else out there in the universe whispering, then shouting, exhorting us to yearn for more. We chaffe against the bonds of the past and the expectations which threaten to confine us. Some of us are lucky enough to shed those shackles, and that is a glorious thing, an awakening of the spirit.

Yet, when we look beyond the borders we have been confined to and set our eyes upon the distant mountaintop, we begin another journey in which our own great expectations do us harm. It’s inevitable.

We dream great dreams and imagine a future of rainbows and unicorns where our art is heard, seen, read, and important. We visualize how things could be and convince ourselves that they not only should be, but that they will be thus because it is our destiny. Ahh, the arrogance of an artist. We must possess some of it, for we dare to believe that someday, somewhere, we will make a difference and that our work will matter. This drive can propel us to great heights, but it can just as easily destroy us.

I write because I must.  My pen touches the page and I and mix color and emotion because I need to pull the swirling tempest of light and darkness out of me and share it with the world.

When I remember this truth, I enjoy the journey toward that lofty peak, savouring the scents and vistas along the way. I am free of expectations and can live, love and laugh in the moment, and the moment is what matters.

I strive to remember, because the moments will only keep slipping away.

The Art of Hypocrisy

FOLIO VOICES
story by SEAN T. SMITH

The Carl Vinson carrier strike group is poised to unleash hell. President Trump has promised that if China cannot reign in North Korea, the United States will handle the “problem.” In past weeks, the U.S. sent 59 cruise missiles into a Syrian airbase, closing it down for about six hours. Our forces also dropped the MOAB, aka the “mother of all bombs,” on a mountainside in Afghanistan. Cable news media fawned over the “beauty” of our firepower. In recent years, our military has conducted drone strikes throughout the Middle East, and has waged prolonged wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. Yet as a nation, we cling to the belief that we have the moral high ground and the United States is a shining paragon of virtue and morality.
In short, we have refined hypocrisy to an art form. Our nationalism blinds us to history, our ignorance compels us to blind faith, and our faith binds us to destruction. Our leaders reflect these beliefs, and our commander-in-chief exemplifies the nation’s staggering propensity for self-righteousness. We reap the consequences of our collective hypocrisy globally and nationally every day, and as the world hurtles toward the abyss of nuclear war, it is worth examining our faith.
MORAL HIGH GROUND?

In April, the Iraq Body Count project (IBC) reported civilian deaths from violence are 173,686–193,965 from the second Iraq war. A National Geographic article published in October 2016 puts the number of deaths considerably higher, at almost a half-million.
Airwars reports that this March alone, 1,200 civilian casualties occurred in Syria as a result of coalition air strikes.
The U.S. is the only nation in the world to deploy nuclear weapons in war. Conservative estimates place the cumulative death toll in Hiroshima and Nagasaki at 225,000. The narrative is that these bombs were necessary to end World War II, and save American lives. This may be true, but the fact remains that those bombs resulted in nearly a quarter-million civilian deaths.
The U.S. also boasts more people in prison, by far, than any other nation on the planet.
According to the CIA, 56 countries have lower infant mortality rates than the U.S. Some of these countries include Bosnia, Cuba and Latvia.
Today, 46 million Americans live in poverty; the poverty rate in the United States is the highest in the developed world.
Do these statistics sound like a nation that has the moral high ground?
NUCLEAR STANDOFF

President Trump has discovered that his ratings go up when bombs fall, a fact that gives Americans a good reason to pack a bug-out bag and stockpile seeds and dried food. North Korea has nuclear weapons, and its fearless leader seems almost as anxious to play with his toys as ours does. Unlike Jack Kennedy and Nikita Khrushchev, who took the world to the brink of nuclear war during the Cuban Missile Crisis and who were each careful and calculating, we now have Donald Trump and Kim-Jong-Un, two man-babies playing a game of chicken with nuclear warheads.
Whether it’s Iran, Syria or North Korea, what gives the United States the right to make a preemptive strike, including a nuclear one? The argument can be made that it’s in our national best interest. That is not a moral argument, however, and selling such an action to the American people always involves moral superiority. The enemy is “evil.”
If war breaks out in North Korea, hundreds of thousands of civilians will die. North Korean artillery will shell Seoul, and there is no way for coalition forces to stop the ensuing slaughter.
If we start wars that result in the deaths of hundreds of thousands of women and children, how can we still claim to be virtuous?
GOD MUST BE AN AMERICAN

Without the evangelical vote, Donald J. Trump could not have won the Electoral College. Christian fundamentalists, who profess to follow the teachings of Jesus Christ, largely supported him because he stated that he’s pro-life. Many were single-issue voters who ignored his statements on other issues, and who also decided to overlook his public statements and lifestyle choices.
Many of the same people who voted for Trump because he claims to be anti-abortion don’t seem to mind rushing to war and killing innocents. They also overlook the bodies of immigrant children washing up on shores both foreign and domestic.
The pro-war, pro-gun, anti-safety-net group defines itself as “pro-life.” Yet they voted for a narcissist billionaire who wants to cut programs for the poor. How is this possible? After all, Jesus said, “If you wish to be complete, sell all of your possessions and give to the poor and you will have treasures in heaven; then come follow me.”
The same folks who howl about government intrusion are perfectly willing to insert the government into our bedrooms and women’s wombs. Protestors carrying signs and bibles shout that All Lives Matter, yet somehow the Black Lives Matter movement is wrong.
We have collectively become so inured to hypocrisy that we no longer even recognize it. Unless we take the time to examine our beliefs and our actions as a nation, we can no longer call America the leader of the free world.
We must lead by example. We must show, rather than tell; act rather than pontificate.

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