War Breaks Out in Southern California!

Local news agencies chased the elusive story vigorously. Teams of reporters, in full weather regalia, scattered to the dry, burnt hills. The worst October storm to hit Southern California in forty years shone in vast animated yellow patches on the "Live super sophisticated only cute non-working actresses can interpret doppler poppler thing-a-ma-jig." Tie a dinghy to the back porch folks! We're going in.

As I sat in the fine drizzling mist of Wednesday's storm, amused by the media blitz, I was reminded of the constant war waged over this strip of land we call Southern California. A mighty ocean, cold and vast, pushes against the shore on one side. A huge arid desert, swelters and blows hard against the mountains on the other side. The war between these titans never stop, we are merely serfs scurrying in the shadows of the mighty castle walls. (Wednesday in jackets and umbrellas, today shorts and flip-flops)

I'm a simple man and I wrote a book. Among the towering publishing giants and powerful literary agents, I'm like that little strip of land. Trends, genres, hopes for the next publishing bonanza push hot and cold through the industry and here I sit, with my little book. Here I sit with a simple hope, to share this adventure with you, in the shadow of the mighty sanctions that wage war outside the door. To escape for a short while, together.