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Dan is the Bram Stoker-nominated author of Plague of Darkness, Solomon’s Grave, and the critically-acclaimed Margaret's Ark. Writing as G. Daniel Gunn, he released Destroyer of Worlds and the novella (written with L.L.Soares) Nightmare in Greasepaint (Samhain Publishing),. His short stories have appeared in Cemetery Dance, Shroud Magazine, Apex Digest and many more. He and his family live in New England.

Monday, December 31, 2012

Long-Neglected Art Gallery Updated

I've loaded up some new (and some old) artwork to my long-neglected "Art" Gallery, click here to visit

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Raising Prayers & Funds for Alabama Mission Trip

This coming April (April 14 - 20, 2013), along with a group from New England Chapel, my daughter Amanda, my wife Linda and I will be traveling to Alabama for a week to work in one of the areas hit hardest by tornadoes in 2011. Multiple tornadoes touched down all across the Southeast United States that day, but Alabama suffered the greatest damage. An 80 mile long path of destruction through the state was left in the wake of these storms. Nearly two years later many families, in many communities are still struggling to rebuild their homes and their lives.

We will be working with a non-profit community organization which has been working tirelessly to help individuals rebuild and the commuinities recover. We will be working on rebuilding homes and most likely helping to clean up debris, even after all this time.

As part of our preparation, we are asking you to partner with us on this important service trip. We are looking for prayer and financial support. If you can pray for us and our team we would appreciate it, especially as the date approaches.

If you would like to help financially (each of us needs to raise $935 for air fare, food and transportation), you can make a tax-deductable donation online by visiting

or you can donate by check payable to:

"New England Chapel"
with "Alabama - Keohane" in the memo field and mail it to:
Dan Keohane
31 Beaman Rd
Princeton MA 01541-1113

Thank you so much for all of your support!

Monday, December 10, 2012

Guest Blogging Today at the Burning Hearts Revolution

Hi, everyone. I'm guest-blogging today over at friend Matt Mikalatos' (Imaginary Jesus, The Sword of Six Worlds) blog The Burning Hearts Revolution, talking about Margaret's Ark and a couple of amazing folks who came from nowhere to help shape the book into what ithad become. Check it out, and let me know what you think. Read on through Matt's blog, it's very entertaining, one of the few I read regularly and find myself laughing out loud more often than not.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The Next Big Thing

There's a blog event that’s been going around among writers – actually it’s being referred to as a blog meme – a new name which I had thought was a nonsense word for making funny viral videos, but as I write the word it occurs to me now: meme, self-promotion (“me! me!”)... ah, I get it. I’m getting on in years, takes me a while... where was I? Well, this one’s called "The Next Big Thing." Authors are blogging answers to ten quick questions, then tagging up to 5 other authors they think readers should know about. The whole idea is to create a network through social media, drawing new readers through blog readerships, etc. Kevin Lucia ( tagged me in his post last week, and now it’s my turn. Thing is, this has been going on for a little while now and most writers I know have been tagged or simply never read their emails (Of course, being sick for over 2 weeks didn’t help matters in regard to contacting folks), so I’ve only one writer to share with you today - ironically he is the first person I thought of and asked, so I'm psyched about that.

Still, L.L. Soares ( is an amazing talent and I’m psyched to be able to “tag” him. His first novel, Life Rage, has just been released and I’m actually reading it now. Its a strong, dark tale, full of the rage Lauran’s known for in much of his writing. I’m hoping this book with get his name out there, his work compared to the likes of Jack Ketchum. I’m already thinking this way early in the book. It’s not surprising because he’s always been a strong writer, covering the gamut from the dark and violent to the tender and poetic. He and I collaborated on a short story for Cemetery Dance Magazine a while back and even have done a novella together. Lastly, be sure to check out the review site Cinema Knife Fight he co-edits with Michael Arruda.

So, I need to answer some questions for you:

1) What is the title of your next book/work?

My next release is titled Plague of Darkness. You’ve probably heard mention of it over the years in my posts. I’ve been editing it from line one to ‘the end’ quite a few times, and it’s almost ready to make it’s appearance, probably early next year.

2) Where did the idea come from for the book/work?

Quite a few years back, when I was attending the Catholic church in town, the parish was having a dedication / consecration ceremony on its 40th anniversary. Seems the Catholic church (among other denominations) won’t fully consecrate (make holy with a ritual ceremony) a building unless they own it. If there’s a mortgage, then the bank owns it. Long story short, we crammed into the small church for the ceremony. As it went on I began to imagine what would happen if all the stained glass windows went black and we were trapped inside. The next day I was telling someone at work about the service, and he asked if churches ever deconsecrate a building. I didn’t know – but I assumed so (they do). Of course, deconsecrating a church might cause the windows to turn black.... A year or so later I was considering some new novels to write and this image kept coming to mind. I closed my eyes and opened the Bible to a random page and pointed (as I had done with Solomon’s Grave) and my finger landed on the story of the Plague of Darkness in Exodus.... I knew I had my story.

3) What genre does your book/work fall under?

I’d say it falls under horror or suspense, but with a biblical theme like Solomon’s Grave or Margaret’s Ark. This one is a bit darker than the previous two, but I have to admit, it’s an original.

4) What actors would you choose to play the part of your characters in a movie rendition?

No clue on this one. I have my own images of what the characters look like. At least one, a teenager named Gem, is based on an actual person I knew years ago. But casting the movie... too early to even muse on that.

5) What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

People hide their secrets in the dark, but sometimes that same darkness will bring them to light.

6) Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

Oh, I’m done with agents for a while. I actually had this book with a major NY agent for a while. It was an honor to be ignored by an NY agent instread of my previous agent. Not. And going with the small press doesn’t appeal to me, considering I’ve been fairly successful with Margaret’s Ark on my own. I’ll probably put Plague of Darkness out via my own Other Road Press imprint unless something comes up beforehand.

7) How long did it take you to write the first draft of the manuscript?

About a year, but it’s gone through somewhere around twelve rewrites since then.

8) What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

I was worried when Frank Peretti and Ted Dekker came out with their House while I was writing Plague, but that ended up seems to be a completely different book. Same genre, though. It’s a haunted house story, using a biblical theme as it’s basis, and with a unique kind of haunting.

9) Who or what inspired you to write this book?

I think all that was covered above, but I was inspired after finishing Solomon’s Grave to do another biblical-based horror novel (Solomon was written after Margaret’s Ark, though published first).

10) What else about the book might pique the reader’s interest?

As with most of my books, the characters have to be real and the book needs to be about them. In this case, there are five characters (four in the house but a fifth who had a lot of influence on their past lives) who need to be as real as I could make them because their stories, their secrets, is what builds the book. I did a lot of research, for example, on the Khmer Rouge and Pol Pot’s reign of terror, even interviewed someone who lived in that era in Cambodia to flesh the story of Seyha Watts. The above mentioned fifth character, Ray Lindu, was more a side reference when I wrote the first couple of drafts, but over revisions he became a more terrible person, to the point that the entire story changed when he changed. It was an interesting process. Have to admit, this book took forever to finish. It kept 'morphing into something else when I wasn’t paying attention.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Margaret's Ark links

Hmm, for some reason Google keeps breaking the links I have on the left for my books. Bastards.
While I work it out, here are the links. Margaret's Ark has been getting some amazing reviews. Nothing nicer for a writer to get so many kudos from people he doesn't know! :-)

So here's the link for Margaret's Ark:

And Solomon's Grave

And of course my evil twin's novel Destroyer of Worlds

Friday, November 02, 2012

NaNoWriMo Day 1 - 9

2040 words last night, day 1 of NanowriMo. Happy with this...

Well after about 10,000 words the story stalled - I know it's first draft and an exercise in writing non-stop, but EZRA feels like something I need to put aside and see what percolates.

In the meantime I've got Plague of Darkness out, and am making some 11th hour editing changes - looking at all the pieces of this pretty big puzzle and working out some changes to plot, bringing some answers into the story earlier, etc. I like how it's coming along, so the rest of NaNoWriMo time will be in here, where my time should be at this point I think

Thursday, September 27, 2012

The Outcast

I discovered the blog of a friend of mine from church and spent the day, on and off while waiting for my stuff at work to run, reading the following post of his from last month. It's long, but I feel worth it. The first part is a letter written to his younger self which I thought was an amazing concept and very interesting. Then when the letter was done, he began telling us his story, and it is something I think so many people should read if they have never heard of Asperger's. Or if you have but do not understand. You couldn't have a better person to explain it.

Monday, August 13, 2012

2012 Wheels and Heels Against MS!

From my brother Paul:

On September 7 - 9,  my sister Anne and I will return to the roads and bike paths of Cape Cod for our 50-mile, 3-day journey to help stomp out Multiple Sclerosis. This year will mark my 10th event and Anne’s 8th as we remain determined to reach that day when MS is nothing but a memory.

I am starting to pick up the pace with my training.  I was able to complete a 14-mile walk last weekend with minimal wear and tear on the feet.  So I’m going into next month confident.
Multiple Sclerosis is a frightening disease that affects the central nervous system.  The symptoms may be mild (such as numbness in the limbs) or severe enough to cause blindness or paralysis. The severity and specifics of the symptoms of MS can’t yet be predicted, but advances in research and treatment are giving hope to those affected by the disease.
Your donations to the National MS Society not only help fund vital research, but also go towards helping those with their daily struggles.   In fact, my fellow Wheels-And-Heels teammate Nicole told me that her Mom, who has advanced MS, received a great deal of aid from the Society this year in making much-needed renovations to her home. 
As in the past, there are two ways you can donate.   No amount is too small.

  • The fastest and most convenient way would be to visit our web site at:

  •  You can also mail a check to me or Anne, making it out to The National MS Society
Our addresses are:
Paul Keohane                           Anne Murphy            
2 Jillian Rose Dr                       13 Apache Way
Oxford, MA 01540                  Tewksbury, MA 01876
 Thank you all so very much for your continued support!!
Paul Keohane

Friday, July 27, 2012

So, How's the Wordsmith Life?

Ok, weekly update time:

I finished my first full-length story in over two years! It's called "My Dearest Gwendolyn" and it's sitting on the desk of the editors for an anthology it was written for, waiting for their decision. Yes, no, doesn't matter. I wrote it. Start to finish. I know, but I'm a writer, right? Well, per my earlier posts, I'd not been doing that. Been staring. Feels that that time is past. New momentum, and it feels great.

About 1/3 of the way through some EXTENSIVE editing of the next novel: Plague of Darkness. Been sitting on blocks for a while, and though I'd probably done at least a dozen drafts, there were a lot of pages with tons of scribbles, cross-outs, rewrites. Looking good! This one is definitely an original piece, for sure. When it's released I'll talk about how the idea came about.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Branding - or Who The Heck is Daniel Gunn?

Nothing. Daniel G Keohane is fine, and author of Margaret's Ark and Solomon's Grave (and the upcoming Plague of Darkness, but that's another topic for another day). But there is a concept called Branding, where your author name becomes synonymous to readers with your most well-known works, and directs them to the next book, and the next. As much as Solomon's Grave is labeled a horror or suspense novel (it was a finalist for the coveted Bram Stoker Award in 2009 after all), it's also an Inspirational Suspense novel. Same with Margaret's Ark, which is by far (and so far) my most successful and well-received novel, if the reviews coming in and sales numbers are any indication.

Now, in January I released Destroyer of Worlds, and though the couple of reviews it's gotten have been tremendous, and personally I think it kicks major butt novel-wise, it's a more traditional horror novel, part supernatural, part psychological drama. And it has a lot more swearing and a LOT more sex in it. Though not all readers of Margaret's Ark have been Christians, or religious, many are. And much of Destroyer might not appeal to them.

Branding. How do I differentiate to a reader without resorting to content warnings the difference in content of the two sets of novels? The author name.

Daniel G Keohane, my full name and long-standing author de plume, for my faith-based novels.

G. Daniel Gunn, my name mixed with a faimily name, a way to make the horror style of anything else I wrote stand out. Someone likes Margaret's Ark, they'll look for more books by Daniel G Keohane. Someone likes Destroyer of Worlds, they'll look for more from Mr.Gunn. Now if I can convince the publisher of Christmas Trees & Monkeys to change the name as well...

It's not unique. Other writers have done this in the past (one extremely good dart player who comes to mind is author Michael Marshall Smith, aka Michael Smith, aka Marshall Smith).

Thanks. Let me know what you think....
aka, G  :-)

Tuesday, July 03, 2012

The Night Before We Marry

Sometimes few words are needed. :-)

Monday, July 02, 2012

phew... made it. Typed THE END

Trust me, nothing quite matches the feeling, now I'm talking writing-wise here, of typing THE END at the completion of a story. Just did that a little while ago. Finished a long-fought battle with - well, not sure what is is I'm fighting - to write my first short story in about 2 years. The title is coming soon, and the story itself is only a first draft, riddled with typos and grammar problems, but now's the chore - or pleasure - of rewriting and trumming it down. 4900 words, so in the end it'll likely be around 3900-4000.... I'd promised it for an upcoming anthology a while ago and though the story itself came to me nearly complete months ago, took forever to get the words down (see earlier posts on this).

Anyway, yay, got it done. More to do, more to write, more to be, but that's life. So much coming up in next couple of days.

Getting married in two more days. Yep. Most people in our various circles already know this, but I'll wager not everyone. No matter. Linda and I are very happy and excited about it. Going to be a small ceremony, then off to Newport for the day. Watch the fireworks. Be married. Going to be fun. :-)

Only in 2012 Can This Forecast Happen

Sorry, just had to share this forecast. :-)

Tuesday, June 19, 2012


So my general idea came about when - aside from not writing - I still hadn't gotten my Mom or Dad a birthday or Parental Day gift. Paintings are cool. I thought, Hey, what if I gave Mom a gift of her son writing at least 500 words every day? Yea, I suppose that's like giving your retired, semi-eldgerly parents a $500 iTunes gift card. Then, since they aren't going to do anything with it, take it back and buy some songs for my own iPod.


Still, the thought was good. But I didn't get to see Mom or Dad that day, but I am still writing (since only Saturday, so we're not talking a long streak just yet) at least 500 words every day. A few more usually. Maybe I just needed the right push, the above idea was at least a spark, but the fire caught when my Beloved did not like the idea. "Maybe choose something more realistic," she suggested, "500 words every other week" or something like that...? Hmm? When a writer who used to crank out on average 1500 words a day on his lunch break, it was a bit of a wake up call.... I knew 500 word a day is an easy target, if I simply make it a priority and stop questioning everything. But for the past couple of years I hadn't. I'd been talking up a storm, needing to do this, needing to write that, but words are birds fed by the seeds of one's actions. So anyway, been sticking to it. Have Dad's present, but it's not a paiting. Still owe Mom something after all these months. But at least I'm at 2200+ words and am slowly putting together a promised story for an anthology (which has probably already gone to press but I'm not going to ask... need to write & polish this so I can say it was done, regardless if it fits anywhere). Then move on to the next. Slowly, prayerfully, stepping forward on new legs....

picture blatantly stolen from

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Happy Father's Day!

I'll follow up on yesterday's post soon (though I will say, 1400 words written since yesterday! Yes!) but wanted to share this collage daughter Audrey put on the computer for me (lyrics sound biblical but I guess they're from Taylor Swift). :-)

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Tribes and Birthday Presents

So yesterday's melancholic.. is that a word?... post was from the heart, but also inspired by Tamara Hill Murphy's blog post: Will You Be In My Tribe? I've been staring at paper, staring at pages, for two years with not a lick of fiction written except for some rough notes for a novel in a note book (sounds like a cool novel though). Granted, I had a backlog of completed work, and am slowly poking my way through a much-needed edit of Plague of Darkness (though poking is still too strong of a word). I have a promised story for an anthology way past due - a story I have completely fleshed out in my mind but which might be far too late when I write it down - we'll see. Don't want to ask. Want to write it - want to write. Period. But I don't. I stare and sometimes even force my fingers down onto the keyboards, typing like I'd be running from a monster in a nightmare: one... slow... step... and come out with a word. It's really, really bizarre. So this strange conditon is not for lack of ideas, I'm brimming with them, but something else. Partly, yes, my life is a hell of a lot different lately. New love, new life, new world, new wife and all that. And I play games with myself - should I write this, that, what is my calling, will writing horror be against that, what exactly is that?

That kind of thing. Mental, creative procrastination. Meanwhile, nothing is written.

So, I have an idea. Yet another, true, but I like this one. Inspired by Tam's post, but also a line from Matt Mikalatos' book Imaginary Jesus:
"You're so afraid of your imagination," Pete said. "You never use it for good things because you're worried you'll end up imagining something pornographic. You need to get control of yourself. The imagination can be purified like any other part of you."
And the fact that I still owe Mom a birthday present from January, and promised Dad a painting for his which was last week. And I stand at the art closet dreading any pending creativity. Then I thought of it  the idea, I mean. Mom's going to be getting a bit of a selfish (to me) present... but then again, being a parent myself, it might be exactly what she would have asked for, had she even known she wanted it. :-)

More as it unfolds and I make sure I don't cop out.

Accountability. It works. If you take it seriously.

Friday, June 15, 2012


I need to break out, I need to build words, need to use my talents as it were. Songs like this one just speak to my heart, my yearning to create. I haven't written a single word in 2 years. Trying to break out, but I just sit. so many things I want to write. I'll start with this, sharing the wall which I built in my way, here and, in effect, start writing. See what happens.

Thursday, June 07, 2012

A Master Never Leaves When His Words Remain Behind

Rest in Peace, Ray Bradbury. Thank you for writing the first genre book I'd bought on my own with my own money (Farenheit 451) and which made me want to write stories ever since. Thank you for your inspriation, your short stories and novels, your gleeful breaking of grammar for the sake of the story, and most of all for your sheer JOY all of your life in writing and imagining and being exactly - EXACTLY - who you were supposed to be. And for sharing that Joy with all of us every moment of your life.

A faithful reader and fallen writer who yearns for that joy to return.

Monday, June 04, 2012

Happy People Dancing on Planet Earth

I know a while back (few years) I shared this link but that was before I learned how to embed link. This video always makes me smile. This guy really did go to all these places and filmed himself dancing that goofy dance of his. In this case, he even had a sponsor to help pay for it. The message is always very cool. People are, at their dancing basic, the same everywhere.

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Solomon's Grave Free on Kindle

Dragon Moon Press has my Stoker-nominated first novel Solomon's Grave available for free on the kindle for the next couple of days! Check it out at: ...thanks.

Friday, April 27, 2012

The Rehearsal

When I first had a website, circa 1998 or so, long before the term "blog" was around, I would write short essays or simply jot down my thoughts as the muse struck me. 1998. That was 14 years ago. Yikes. Anyway, on June 21, 1999, a couple of weeks after my daughter Amanda's very first dance recital I wrote the following essay (which had been lost for so long I feared it was lost forever, until now). Remember, this was 1999, Amanda was 5 years old and it was the end of her first year dancing at Chickee's Dance World (where she still dances today, at the ripe old age of 17). Aside from a couple of minor grammar corrections, the following is the original essay word for word. Since she is heading out this weekend for another dance competition, seems an appropriate time to look back to a wonderful parental moment, one I'll always cherish:

About six months ago, at the half-way mark of the school year, my daughter Amanda's dance class had an open house. It consisted of a couple dozen parents politely battling for the best vantage point in three square feet of changing area, and observing their daughters partake in a typical weekly dance lesson. As I've mentioned, it's the half-way point in the season, and a pre-cursor to the year-end dance recital. A way to get the kids used to being watched, ahead of time versus having the recital be the first time. Just in case.

Amanda is four years old at this point, as are most of the other dozen or so girls in her class. That morning, I found a snazzy spot for video-taping (though at times I had to film her reflection in the wall-length mirror because the girl beside her kept moving in the way).

(No, this isn't a pompous, deep lecture on the nature of the universe. Just a nice, tender moment in the life of yours truly. If you find yourself getting bored, feel free to hang out in the lobby and have a smoke.)

So, the dancing went about as well as could be expected, every parent being drowned in a tidal wave of cute. Amanda's primary move during each number was to very slightly shift one or two toes, and scratch her neck. It took me a while to figure out that the neck-scratching was going on because Amanda must have figured out (chalk one up for the child making a good decision) that it would be more beneficial to the group as a whole if she scratched her neck rather than scream in terror and pass out after vomiting on the instructor's tap shoes.

Nevertheless, it was a tender moment between father (and mother, brother and sister) and daughter. Now and again while scratching Amanda would venture a look at me then visibly cringe in pure unadulterated fear. It was sweet.

Time passed. Amanda knew she'd scratched more than danced (she saw the video, of course) but it really didn't matter to her because she survived the ordeal. As the weeks ticked toward the end of the season, the recital loomed on the horizon.

Now, for those of you daughter-less folks out there, at the end of every dance school season, they all get up on a stage, under spotlights, and dance, dance, dance. Teenage students, instructors, two-year-olds and four-year-olds. The younger kids are usually on and off early, with one or two numbers done with the rest of their class.

Amanda's class would be performing third and seventh (roughly). As the weeks became days, I noticed Amanda moving and dancing around the house as if following a choreographer only she could see. She really loves to dance, that much was obvious. She just hates an audience.

The open house being a fairly good indicator of what was to come, I quickly showed signs of pre-rehearsal jitters. Amanda promised us, though, that she wouldn't be all upset and nervous. But we could NOT talk about the rehearsal nor the recital. We don't mention it, she doesn't drop out. Fair enough.

Thursday evening, June 3rd. My Dad's birthday and the rehearsal for Amanda's dance recital the following day. Open seating. We all fidgeted in our seats with excitement. (Let me say, as an aside, that Andrew is a wonderful big brother: he sat there, as nervous as me. He wanted his little sister to do well. We all did.)

We all wanted that bright miracle to happen: the one you see in expensively-done movies, where the wallflower comes out of her shell at the last moment and shines for all to see.

We really wanted that to happen.

And it did.

Amanda's troupe came marching out in their tights (no costumes for rehearsals) and tap shoes, stood there holding each other's hands like nervous statues. The music started, and they danced. Amanda, like her classmates, kept her eyes riveted to the instructor who crouched along the front of the stage, arms moving rapidly in visual instructions for the children's feet and arms to follow. They watched her, sang quietly along with the song, and moved their arms and legs and danced the dance they'd rehearsed in class for the past two months. Amanda, too. Not once did she make even the SLIGHTEST gesture which looked even REMOTELY like neck-scratching. Now and then, she'd dare look over at us, see our obviously-wonderstruck expressions, and smile (looking exactly like her Auntie Ellie when she did, I might add).

Amanda was in her glory, doing what she loved, and doing it very well. Unlike the first time we'd seen her dance, when she barely moved her legs and didn't DARE raise her arms too high, here she was, less than six months later, arms moving deliberately in time with the song (an old 1930's number, by the way -- dance classes love music from that art deco era), looking like she was exactly where she wanted to be.

And four rows away, her Dad's heart split apart at every seam. I sat there, in unrepentant love for my daughter who danced upon that stage. Amanda, my sparring partner, the one I've battled with so often and most often (for no other reason than we're too much alike).

That night, as she finished her first dance and momentarily came out with her class for the second, I saw her, more than any other time, as an independent person. Not "My Daughter Amanda", or "My Second Child," but Amanda Keohane. Dancing means something special to her. Whether it's a towering passion or a simple pleasurable experience, I don't know, and for that matter it's none of my business. She went out there and poured it on for no one else but herself. Sure, pleasing one's parents is a pretty powerful force behind humanity. But, honestly, I think it was more than that. After the initial open house, seeing Amanda so nervous, I could never be sure whether she would ever be able to come to grips with the fear of being the center of attention.

But in the end, I suppose, her love of dancing overcame all that. I know, I know. In a year or two she may have forgotten dancing and moved on to softball. Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe years from now she'll still be dancing on that (or some other) stage spinning in a solo. (By the way, the actual recital was a treat, costumes and all, but it could never have the same impact as the rehearsal did to Dear Old Dad.)

And maybe I'll have forgotten all about that moment on June 3, 1999. But I don't want to. At least not yet. What I observed that evening was just too special, too bright a spark in the slow moving river of life to simply let fall away. That's why I'm writing this.

So I'll remember my daughter, and the moment she became real.

June 21, 1999.
Amanda's dance solo, age 17

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Reading in Princeton MA this Sunday

I'll be joining other Wachusett-area writers and readers of all ages from from 7-8:30 p.m. on Sunday, April 29, for an "oral celebration of the written word." Not sure what I'll be reading from yet, but should be fun.

Anyone can bring a piece of writing they enjoy — a poem, short-short story, essay, paragraph, scene from a play —to share with the audience. Original writing is welcome, as is the work of others.

Sponsored by the Princeton Arts Society, the readings will take place in the PAS Room of the Princeton Center, 18 Boylston Ave. princeton MA. For more information, e-mail

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

What's So Funny? Everything, If You Let It

 Been talking with writer Matt Mikalatos about possibly posting as a guest-blogger on his website THE BURNING HEARTS REVOLUTION soon - OK, well, he asked me last September, via email, and like everything else these past couple of years I said, "Sure" only to be distracted by something shiny across the room. In cleaning up my inbox yesterday I found the email chain. Jumping to the end of this off-topic intro, I'll be posting something over there soon. Now, back on topic: Matt's first book is called IMAGINARY JESUS which sometimes has a "MY" preceding it... I read the opening chapter- brilliant, and Funny! I laughed. Then I went to his website to get a feel for his entries. I laughed some more. His second book is NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD CHRISTIAN with a subtitle that takes up the first couple of chapters - another book I'm also going to snap up.

Matt is funny. Actually, Matt is funny, and it shows. Important clarification. He's happy, too... Well, I assume he is - he actually might be a psycho with a great public persona to get people to like him... regardless, it shows. The happiness, I mean. Of course, in the brief glimpse of his bio he seems to be doing work he loves and doing some great stuff for the kingdom.

I've been going through a bit of a crisis - not so much of faith. That's been getting a good work out lately and I feel I've improved enough to be considered a sucky Christian - a vast improvement from yesteryear. No, I mean a Crisis of Life.

I have been metaphorically sitting in the middle of a deep pit in my backyard (to steal an image from a story written by a friend of mine - the identity of the friend and story is eluding me at the moment) moping about life. Granted, over the past decade Life has been dark, what with a divorce and everything leading up to it and all the chaos around and after it, worrying about the kids and how they're adjusting - meeting the wonderfully quirky and spiritual Linda Busby, falling in love and now planning a future together, worrying again about how the kids are adjusting to it all.

My day job (computer programmer) is like a conversation that's gone on just a little too long and although you want to sneak away to go to the bathroom then get some punch you keep nodding your head - afraid to stop because the conversation is paying the mortgage and your son's college tuition.

And there's the rub. Worry. Fear. I've been sitting in the friend's story's pit letting Worry and Fear spill into it from all sides like demons peeing into.. ok, that's the third bathroom reference... hang on....

...there, that's better. Once upon a time I used to be a happy guy. I used to be kind of funny... a friggin' riot, in fact.... well, most of the time I'm just weird with a skewed worldview but I LIKED THAT - I made myself laugh. That's all that really matters. God loves laughter, too - not at the expense of others, of course, but laughter in general. (also, hopefully, He likes ellipses...).

Enough, then, of Worry and Fear. Love is Joy. Christ is Joy. God is Joy. Time to be more Joyful, eh?

Kids: relax, life is good. Your Dad is happy - so be happy for him. World: I'm going to be happy and not worry about you anymore. Readers: I'm going to try and be a little lighter in tone and am climbing out of this stinky hole now. Maybe I'm going to start writing again. At the very least, I'm going to smile. Lord: You are my identity. Not my job, not my kids, not my fiancée Linda, not my writing. You. Time to toss the bushel into the hole and shine a little more.

Wow... CONTENT on Dan's blog... cool....

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

New Movie Review for LOCKOUT at Cinema Knife Fight!

Hi, everyone. There's a new movie review of mine for the newly-released LOCKOUT over at Cinema Knife Fight. Check it out, let me know what you think...

Wednesday, February 08, 2012

First Review for Destroyer of Worlds is in!

And it's a good 'un! From writer / reviewer Nick Cato:
The first GREAT novel of 2012….
...DESTROYER OF WORLDS is a brilliant novel where nothing is as it seems. The first half reads like a clever take on the end-times thriller genre with a serial killer sub-plot to give it a unique flavor. But by the second half, Keohane assaults the reader with so many twists, turns, and surprises you won't know which way is up or down. Add a satisfying conclusion and you have the first must-read novel of 2012. Don't miss it."
- Nick Cato, author of Don of the Dead
This is a breif summary. For the full review, check out Nick's blog at:

Friday, February 03, 2012

Destroyer of Worlds Free Kindle Book For Next 3 Days!

As part of a promotional offering on Amazon, the Kindle edition of Destroyer of Worlds will be offered free until midnight Sunday (regular retail prince $2.99). Check it out here,

Thursday, February 02, 2012

Books Read in 2011

Realized I hadn't migrated off my "books read in 2011" list, so before I do, I like to post it here for posterity. Some I started & didn't finish, but here's the list (no, not reviewing, though some I posted Amazon reviews for, some I still need to get off my duff and do so...). I found, unfortunately, I hadn't read as much as I did the year before, though I did read a lot more short fiction.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Destroyer of Worlds now Available!

Hi, everyone! Big news: my new novel Destroyer of Worlds is now available! In Paperback or Kindle (other eBook formats will hopefully become available in a few months).

Corey Union's world is about to end.

Around every corner lurk the inevitable signs of a coming doomsday. Corey moves his wife and daughter to a new home nestled in the woods… but nothing is what it seems in this man’s world.

Elderly sociopath Hank Cowles and his little dog take a deadly interest in the Union family. Beautiful recluse Vanessa believes she is Corey's only chance for survival, even if saving the man means destroying his family, and his sanity, forever.

Destroyer of Worlds
Other Road Press
Trade paperback, 292 pages, only $12.99
ISBN: 978-0983732921

Kindle version only $2.99!