A blinding light pulled me out of my dream. Could it be? How? I opened my eyes and saw my bedroom for the first time in 15 years. The burgundy and gold wasn’t as deep as I remembered. A crack zigzagged down the side of the wall. I examined my hand and arms and marveled at the blond hairs. I’d forgotten how hairy I was. “Julie!” I couldn’t wait to see my wife. I was ready to see grey streaks in her beach blond hair (she told me a number of times how she was glad I couldn’t see how old she’d...

I heard this said before I published my first novel. Considering it took me 10 years from the initial idea until I published, I hoped...

My cousin told me about a guy he knew back in the day that went out to run an errand and wasn’t heard from for 20 years. When he did...