First of all, thanks for taking a minute to stop by, because now you’ve given me the chance to say hi and welcome to Writing the Rails. I’ve never been very good at making the first move…
Anyway, I hope that you didn’t come here looking for a blog about trains, because despite the title, I know next to nothing about those behemoths that make me sit at the crossings, watching flashing lights when I really need to get home to use the bathroom.
But I will say that buried somewhere deep inside, I’ve always harbored a tacit fascination for trains because these iron beasts travel in the direction of the far-off horizon. They journey to places you can’t see, to places mysterious and grand, magnificent and new. They carry people on trips of discovery. Sometimes, it’s the trip itself, not the destination, that becomes the adventure. Mystery and mystique reside in opulent dining cars, romance and passion embrace in cozy sleepers, and adventure and intrigue mingle in coaches perfumed with pipe smoke.
And I hope that this blog will offer me the same sort of adventure and offer me an opportunity to explore. Currently, I’m doing short, quick posts that will fall into the categories of either Observations or Hauntings.
I’m a husband, a father, a writer, a teacher, and a man learning to treat his body like a temple rather than a low-rent strip joint. I’m a lot of things. I wear a lot of hats and spin a lot of plates. My writing reflects that diversity too. I’ve published both fantasy and horror stories; I’ve had a New York agent for a mystery/thriller novel, and I’m currently writing a novel about a small town crime, while ideas about ghost stories flitter around my brain.