David Filla

When I was a kid, devouring books from morning to night, I developed a dream of becoming a writer. It was the same idolized dream I think most people who want to be writers have: home all day, behind a large oak desk, clacking away at the keyboard. Burst after burst of inspiration coming to you from the ether, the words flowing with no stop, the story coming together perfectly. When it's time for a break, you head to the couch for a nap, wrapped in a soft robe, dreaming away the rest of the...

Happy New Year y'all! It's wild to think it's 2026. 2030 is four years away, and 2030 sounds like sci-fi time. That's the year missions to Mars get attacked by aliens, or the sun begins to die out, not the year quickly approaching reality. Nevertheless, time indeed keeps moving on, and with that, things keep happening. I figured I'd jot some of those things down for you all. First and foremost, book news! Refining Ties is ready for release! Well, in some sense of the word at least. The covers...

Hi there. Isn't Harley pretty? She was having such a great sunbeam nap, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to capture it. Why am I here today, you might ask? Even if you don't, I'm asking for us both. What am I going to ramble about this morning? Is there even anything worth the pitter-patter of these keys? I think so, and if not, I'll find something along the way. First and foremost, the writing update. That's the entire reason this place exists, after all. If I wasn't living this author...