Ryan C. O'Reilly

Today is my 33rd birthday, and I usually think of my life on these days; much like how people talk about death after a funeral.

On this day, July 19, in 1848 a few hundred men and women gathered 

This morning I took a walk in the woods.

  Deputy Rachel Maples pinched her eyes to look through the beveled glass

One of my earliest memories is of a panic attack. Or maybe a panic tantrum would be a better description.

When I first experienced cacoethia scribendi – the urge to scribble – my immediate consideration was how to fit the art of writing into the business of everyday life. 

Chapter 2 

At the edge of an Oklahoma Interstate on-ramp near Mile Marker 313 stood a tall, dark-haired man with a duffle bag at his feet and his thumb in the air.

The first question I ask myself when setting out to write a novel – or to, as Douglas Adams said, put one hundred thousand words in a cunning order – is why am I writing this?

Here is a rough draft version of my new project, a novel called "Dark Water." Enjoy!

Let's say you're giving advice to a normal couple that wants a little excitement / adventure but nothing crazy. Where would you send them?

This question is a little over my head.