AFTERWARD OR AFTERWORDS
WHY I WRITE
Many ask me why l write.
I write my books for me.
I tell my stories for my readers.
“I am not sure if my works are badly written good stories or well written bad stories.
Not too sure I care either way. I do care that, in my “Walk With Dann Collection”, I am telling my life as brutally truthful as possible. In shame and in honour.
I do care that my ‘stand alone’ books, such as “The Last Canadian Cosmonaut” touch your heart.
I pray that my other collection, “Walking On Dawes”, shows that the gang life, although often ‘exciting’, leads only to karma biting your buttocks.”
My Walk With Dann Collection
Volumes 1, 2 & 3
“Damaged” is my first book.
Like me, it is raw and full of mistakes.
I have left it “unedited” as life has left me.
Walk With Dann Collection
“A Walk from my birth till I meet my second wife.”
It is rough, crude in fact, numerous format conversion errors.
I left It raw on purpose as a testament to the honesty of my words and work.
It contains humour, murder, explosions and motorcycles.
It may or may not be fictional or may even be non-fictional.”
“Walk With Dann Collection
“Walks you through my middle years and three decades of marriage.
It does not contain the excitement of it’s predecessor.
It begins to show you who I was and who I was becoming.”
“Walk With Dann Collection
“Walks you deep into my personal life of trials and tribulations and my uniquely twisted none the norm perception of my realty.”
So, come, Walk With Dann.
“THE LAST CANADIAN COSMONAUT”
(My first ‘standalone book‘, my personal favorite.)
“The smell of the ocean danced on my nostrils as I walked, slipping and sliding, across the flats. My eyes darting to and fro, carefully scanning ahead for sink holes.
I should have been walking the other direction. Towards the junior high school. Towards hippie teachers trying to teach me of science, faith and nature.
I could hear the train in the distance. Pulling it’s tonnage of sugar cane around the bend to the refinery.
The tug boats crested the horizon. Their wake spewing behind them as they pushed against the mighty tanker so as to slow it’s unforgiving momentum. Lest it run ashore.
The shore. My foster home was there. High up the hill. It’s windows like two large eyes, taunting me with guilt.“Go to school“, they seemed to say.
“I can’t”, my reply.”
“Walking On Dawes Collection“
“I WANT TO BE ‘FLOKI’”
“Walking On Dawes Collection”
“This is a tale of a family who live their lives within the gang life. Except Little Ray. He and his family want him to break the cycle and live a normal life.”
There is tragedy, laughter and most of all ‘insight’ within.
So come with us as we
“Walk On Dawes.”
“You Can’t See Me”
Walking On Dawes Collection
This is a portrait of a broken man living a broken life in a broken world where family and friendship are one and the same.
Where wrong choices can lead to lifelong regrets. Haunting the very soul and stabbing the heart daily to remind you of the penalties of actions.
Where a man can be all alone and un-noticed in a crowded room.
Where sadness shadows joy and joy masks sadness.
This is the life of one man on one street in one city.
A man who let his darkness blind his Light.