Meet the Author!

Don't miss the panel on alternate history with ME at #Capclave tomorrow at 6 pm, or you'll always wonder what might have been! I'll be signing books at 7 pm, and reading from my alternate history dystopian horror novel All Souls Day at 10 pm! Join me at the Hilton in Gaithersburg, Maryland.

An Exciting Science Fiction Tale

Escape to Phobos by Kim Van Kramer is a good old-fashioned science fiction tale, full of adventure and hair-breadth escapes in the quest for the human future in deep space. Van Kramer's heroes are genetic scientists struggling to create new food sources for a starving human race at the apocalyptic start of the twenty-second century, an all-too-plausible scenario of runaway climate change and social collapse that is finally hitting America along with the rest of the world. Protagonist Lirren Lamaar is passionately devoted to this work and to her autistic-spectrum son Logan, a teenager who is already a brilliant scientist in his own right. But Lirren's boyfriend Xanders Pierson (and how many science fiction heroes are single mothers with special-needs children, even in this day and age?) believes the only hope for the human race lies in the new colonies on Mars, and is determined to bring Lirren and Logan there, with their invaluable life-giving research, to forge a new future. But first they must escape greedy and violent enemies who are determined to steal their scientific secrets...

Slugton Abbey!

A Heartwarming Tale for Valentine's Day!

"Being in love means never having to say you're sorry," but being a WRITER means you get to portray the girl you were desperately in love with, who wasn't interested in YOU, as a tragic heroine who dies a lingering, painful death! And the book makes you rich and famous! Ha ha ha!

Stopping on Beltway on a Snowy Evening

With apologies to Robert Frost

Whose cars these are I do not know
Just that they're moving awfully slow
Ten thousand tail lights are all I see
Lit with that evil red glow

My little Prius must think it weird
To stop where I have always feared:
The car to my right, advertising Trump
Driven by some maniac with a beard

With my luck, our cars will bump
He'll climb out and fetch me a thump
And calling me a liberal creep
Will leave upon my head a lump

The cars they crawl, the horns they beep
The maniac takes the next exit in his Jeep
How many more hours till I can sleep?
How many more hours till I can sleep?

Book Purchasing Report

This is what happens when my wife goes away for the weekend and leaves me to my own devices. I head for the used book store and binge.