Through My Eyes

Much of the author's work as a reporter and news director courses through his writing in the immediacy of a story to be quickly told. "September Magic," the fourth book by the author, presents a timeless value in a personal revelation to the reader. Scarcely forestalling its continuity but a moment, in a driven need to move on. From line one, against a rearing sense of conflict, a most instant and chaste love affair between a married man and a schoolgirl sweetheart struggle in the face of proprietary censure and a backdrop of deception. Out of the force of a driven separation, new memories out of the ( oedipus complex ) are drawn to an out of town client in the person of a beautiful girl of blue-blood status. Still, immutably drawn to Dorie Ames, his forbidden love, corporate attorney Ross Franklin , finds the tempting romance but further complication to the already difficult and dark sense of hope for the lovers. Passing "time," to which we are unalterably tied, provides more than our visible horizons; for tomorrow's dreams are yet in the making. And as September Magic slyly unfolds her confusing kaleidoscope of love's promise, to the hoarding maggots of despair, time, in her deliberate pace of wavering doubt, releases the remnants of crushed hope in the conquest of unwavering belief.