There’s nothing like that first review to make a guy feel good. Or horrible. Case dependent, of course. In this case, I’m on top of the world. Not just because the review was positive, but because it was written by Robert Morrish, a guy whose opinion I’ve always valued, whose eye for short fiction is second to none, and who happens to be a superb writer in his own right. My thanks to the kind Mr. Morrish, who, many years ago now, commissioned my first story for Cemetery Dance magazine and helped me reach a goal that seemed unattainable at the time.
You can read the first review of QUIET, KEEPS TO HIMSELF at Twilight Ridge HERE.