The Lost Komodo Kings

As I was trolling the web tonight, I found this story.  This is one of those fabulous articles that I wish I’d written, think maybe I have written somewhere in a forgotten notebook, then try to find out everything I can about the author because I obviously have a deep, personal connection with them. Brian . . . 

Meg is alive and well

As a novelist, I’m always operating in a partially-veiled fantasy world, sometimes even world hopping as my day progresses.  It’s a nice way to spend the mundane hours.  Every once in a while though, I like to receive  some kind of justification that my fiction has an actual counterpoint in this reality, something that makes . . .