Other Work

People seem to think I chose "the wrong tree" as a domain name because of the old phrase "barking up the wrong tree."  Actually, it relates to the first manuscript I ever tried my hand at writing.

Oddly enough, I've had some quite positive feedback on it, but its harshest critic is probably me.  I don't like the ending, so I just kind of tore it off and left it "endless".  I will have to go back to it and give it some sort of overhaul.

One night Pete Deacon had a dream.  Or at least, what he hoped was a dream.  Up until that collection of jumbled up subconscious images, he thought his life was about as near to perfection as any man could wish for.  He’d married Julia - his childhood sweetheart - and was now living in an idyllic cottage in a Scottish coastal town.  The only thing that concerned him was when the man who looked a bit like him appeared in his hallway and warned him “they” were coming for him and would destroy everything he held dear.  He thought that could only have been a dream.  Then he saw the tree.

Through his aching head and jumbled mind, he knew something very bad was going to happen to his life and, deep down, he knew he was somehow connected to it all.  If he wanted his perfect little existence to continue, he was going to have to unravel the cryptic clues strangers seemed to have left for him.  Either that, or let his life completely crumble away all together.