About The Man with the Black Box
Assassinations, seduction, politics and a world spinning out of control, The Man with the Black Box is a historically based twist on the age-old battle of good vs. evil. A terrifying examination of the corruptibility of mankind, where innocents transform into monsters, men of God become agents of destruction and good men rise from the flames of damnation to become soldiers in the coming apocalypse.
What’s in the black box? Everyone’s dying to know.
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How The Man with the Black Box was Born
People ask me where the concept for my book, The Man with the Black Box, came from. The answer is strange and perhaps a little disturbing.
In the summer of 2009 my family and I were visiting with my in-laws at their secluded home in the mountains of northwestern Colorado. Their property, located several miles from the Wyoming border, was at 8200 feet in a lovely setting of pine, spruce, and aspen trees. It was a perfect summer getaway from the Dallas heat.
One morning I woke up in a cold sweat, anxious and distressed. In my head was a complete, vivid, and incredibly detailed dream. A mysterious and evil man with a black box, which is how he was referred to in the dream, was at the center of it all. Other characters, an inspector from Scotland Yard, a doctor in New York, the doctor’s young patient, the doctor’s wife, a second older doctor, and several other characters that I shouldn’t give away until you’ve read the book, all played roles in a strange drama that I could see clearly with my mind’s eye.
I hopped out of bed and grabbed a pen and yellow pad. I’d experienced interesting dreams before that I enjoyed relating to my wife, but nothing with this kind of detail and specificity. Also unusual, for me anyway, was the fact that neither I nor anyone I knew was in the dream. It was if I had watched a movie unfold in my head. I can never remember dreams for very long, and I was determined to memorialize this one. For what purpose was not clear to me at the time.
I spent the next few hours ignoring my slowly waking family as I frantically scribbled out the dream on my yellow pad. From beginning to end I chronicled as much as I could remember, making notes on what the characters looked like, writing down direct quotes, explaining the sounds, smells, and sights of the dream.
When I had finished the task later that day, I drew my family around (who were all quite curious by now about what I had been doing with my yellow pad) and explained what had happened. I then read to them what I wrote down.
They all listened intently as I recounted the bizarre tale that was still vividly on my mind. When I finished telling the story, even my normally unimpressed children seemed a little stunned. “Dad, that is really weird. You should write a book.” To be honest, the thought had not occurred to me. I just wanted to share with someone what I had experienced. I had to tell someone. I couldn’t let that frightening man and his black box dwell in my head without being able to talk to people about him and what he was doing.
At first I didn’t approach the task of writing it all down more completely as a book project. It was more a chance to capture something that I found extraordinary and interesting. As the years went by I kept plugging away on it until at some point I convinced myself that what I was doing was indeed, writing a book. I took me seven years, but in the end, that’s just what I did.