Sunday, July 17, 2022

Tuesday, May 17, 2022

Come See Me at Island Writers Expo 5/26/22!

I'm proud to be part of this event. 

The Island Writers Network is working in partnership with the Hilton Head branch library to showcase local area authors. Come to the Island Writers Network Author Expo on Thursday, May 26th from 1:00 to 3:00. It will be a local author literary exhibition featuring 6 authors spanning various genres. Visit with the authors, hear excerpts, and find your next great read! No registration required.

Hilton Head Island Library
11 Beach City Rd
Hilton Head Island, SC 29926

Barry Dickson is a retired Madison Avenue Creative Director with a recently published book of poetry, Maybe Today. Barry lives on Hilton Head Island.

Debby Grahl is an award-winning writer who lives on Hilton Head Island with her husband, David. Mountain Blaze, her latest book, received a five-star review from Readers’ Favorite.

John MacIlroy’s newest book is, Whatever Happens, Probably Will, a collection of award-winning stories. John began writing creatively in 2016, following a career that spanned law, business, and teaching. He lives on Hilton Head. 

Kerry Peresta spent thirty years in advertising as an account manager, creative director, copywriter, and editor. The Rising, the second book in her psychological suspense series, was released in April. Kerry and her husband have lived in Hilton Head since 2015.

Tricia Mikouchi recently published The Sunny Side of Crazy, which is about a mother raising a daughter with multiple personalities. Tricia lives on Hilton Head.

Richard L. Wright's latest book, RetroSpec, explores the flawed nature of memory and the dangers of exposing secrets when two snarky, lesbian nerds accidentally invent a device that streams the past on demand. He moved to Hilton Head from Atlanta in 2020.

Ripples is the 7th anthology published by the Island Writers’ Network, a colony of writers based on Hilton Head Island. It features prose, poetry, essays, and photos by 47 writers and photographers who live mainly in the Hilton Head/Bluffton area.

Wednesday, February 9, 2022

RetroSpec Releases March 7th, Available NOW for Pre-Order!

It's that time of year again - a new book release! Pre-order your e-copy now for $2.99.

Three words: Snarky lesbian nerds. 

All physicist Lisa Randal wanted was to find out why her ex disappeared without a trace. She never dreamed finding answers would plunge her into a desperate and dangerous race. When Lisa and her engineer girlfriend accidentally invent a machine that allows them to see and hear events from the past, she finally has the key to unraveling the mystery that has haunted her. But powerful forces, people in the business of keeping secrets, will stop at nothing to capture Lisa and her RetroSpec device.

RetroSpec is an LGBTQ science fiction novella set in the present. It draws inspiration from Asimov’s classic tale, The Dead Past, while exploring the subtle falsehoods inherent in memories, and the implications of a window into the past on privacy and security. 

Preorder now, exclusively on Amazon.



Monday, January 10, 2022

This just in...

 "I'm participating in a panel discussion tonight where I'll be saying that I'm not comfortable doing self-promotion," said the man with a shrine to himself in his office.


Friday, December 31, 2021

Monday, December 13, 2021

Announcement: Ripples: An Island Writers' Network Anthology is now available!

Ripples: An Island Writers' Network Anthology

An anthology of prose and poetry by members of the Island Writers' Network in the Hilton Head Island and Bluffton area of South Carolina. Includes photos and artwork from local photographers and artists. This is the 7th anthology from IWN.

Friday, October 29, 2021

In Vulnerable - A Short Story

Another background tale from the Starforce Saga. This story takes place a few years before Burden of Solace and features a couple of the characters from that book. You might even recognize an unnamed redheaded medical student in the beginning. 😉 This story answers Cassie's question from Burden - "Who's Gina?" It also features one of my favorite characters: Ironhorse. More about him later.
BTW, this story took 2nd place in the 2019 Writerwerx Short Story Contest.

In Vulnerable

by Richard L. Wright

   Nate’s thoughts blurred as they wheeled him through the emergency room entrance. Hands pressed against his chest, urging him to lay back down on the moving gurney. Concern etched the face of the young redheaded woman as she looked him over, but she wouldn’t meet his eyes. Nate tried to look around, hoping to see his father.
   Where is he? Was he sent to a different hospital?
   “Please, sir,” the redhead insisted. “You need to keep calm.”
   “How is he still conscious?” Nate heard another voice whisper. “I can’t imagine the pain.”
   The small entourage that surrounded him banged through one set of hallway doors after another, finally arriving in a room. Two nurses and the petite redhead efficiently transferred his prone form to an examining table. He looked to his right and saw Gina lying on the next table. She met his eyes for a scant second and then cringed, looking away before someone pulled the curtain between them. Over the chaos of activity, he couldn’t be sure, but it sounded like she was crying.
   “I keep telling you, I’m fine. Where’s my father? Jim Gorman - big guy, early 60’s. Is he OK?”
   The redhead exchanged looks with a paramedic as she prepared an IV line and tied a length of soft rubber tubing around his upper right arm. The paramedic shrugged.
   “I don’t know,” she answered. “I’ll try to find out. But, right now you need to let us worry about you. Now, you’re going to feel a little stick. Hold very still.”
   She positioned the needle against Nate’s skin.
   “Good luck with that,” the paramedic snorted.
   Nate watched as the needle bent, crumpling into a zig-zag.
   “Dammit,” she muttered under her breath. She detached the ruined needle and tossed it into a red plastic container attached to the wall, then reached for another IV set from a bin. Before she could rip open the plastic bag, the paramedic laid a hand on hers.
   “Don’t bother,” he said. “I wasted seven on him. None of them went in.”