Ken Fite is the author of a series of political thrillers. His action-packed debut novel, The Senator: A Blake Jordan Thriller, is a roller-coaster of a read, sure to keep you turning the pages late into the night.
My alarm clock goes off very early in the morning. And every day when I turn it off, I make the one decision that after three years, I still struggle to make–the biggest decision I’ll make that day. Will I go back to sleep and simply ‘exist’? Or will I get up and try to become something more than I was yesterday? You’d think the decision would be easier by now. After all, three years is a long time.
I decide. And when my feet hit the floor, I whisper a short prayer. “Make my
If you’ve been following my blog for a while, then you might remember me writing about my dream to be on the radio. It was a dream I had since I was about eight years old when my mom and dad gave me a wireless microphone with an antennae that retracted from the bottom that somehow connected to the FM stereo, allowing my squeaky voice to overtake the airwaves like a real-life DJ.
In high school, I’d ride my bike down to the local radio station and apply for an on-air position, then I’d
I recently stumbled upon a Facebook post about Thomas Edison that told the following story…
One day, as a small child, Thomas Edison came home from school and gave a paper to his mother. He said to her, “Mom, my teacher gave this paper to me and told me only you are to read it. What does it say?”
Her eyes welled with tears as she read the letter out loud to her child. “Your son is a genius. This school is too small for him and doesn’t have good enough teachers to train hi
One of the last memories I have of my dad is going over to my parent’s house with Missy, Kyle, and Noah to cook out on the grill. He loved grilling steaks and having us over for dinner.
After the charcoal bricks were lit, and while we had a few minutes until they were ready to cook on, my dad and I sat out on the porch, waiting and listening to the sound of my boys playing inside.
He asked me what was new in my life. I told him about work and the boys. I hesitated, but finally
Chick-fil-A has long been my fast food restaurant of choice. Maybe that’s part of the reason why I take my boys there for breakfast on Saturday mornings when I can. And maybe it’s because when I went through the drive-thru recently at another fast food restaurant, I had a different experience. One you may be able to relate to, a theme that you may recognize from one of your recent visits.
I ordered a large cone. A little sweet treat for getting through another long week. I practically
“How’s your next novel going?” a friend of mine asked this week, referring to Blake Jordan #4, the next book in my thriller series that I plan on writing. It’s the question a lot of my readers have had.
I explained that I’m halfway done outlining and told him how I try hard to outdo myself with each new novel that I write and, because of that, I want my outline to be perfect before I start. I also shared how, no matter how many novels I’ve written in the past, I still feel like I’m st
I used to wonder why my wife was so tired when I got home from work every day… that is, until she went away for a weekend and I became ‘Mr. Mom’ to our two boys. That’s when I started paying closer attention to the differences between my days at work and her days at home with the kids. What I discovered was terrifying and should send a chill down the spines of dads everywhere.
Because as I sleep peacefully and uninterruptedly, a miniature assassin often stands at my wife’s side o
Teacher Appreciation Week starts on Monday and it’s made me think a lot about all of the many different teachers over the years who have guided and shaped me into the person that I am today. For example, my kindergarten teacher, Ms. Fragé, taught me not to stand on top of tables during quiet time […]
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For most of my life, I used to think that fiction was pointless. Why would anybody waste their time reading made up stories when they can just read nonfiction to improve their lives? I would think.
I focused on reading nonfiction. That’s what I tried writing, too. But the books that I read lacked soul and came across as preachy. And my own nonfiction, though I think it had heart, didn’t resonate the way I wanted it to, either. I turned back to reading fiction and eventually realized t
On February 25th, I wrote a blog post called My new 40-day commitment. I was 45 chapters into my 60 chapter novel and was reminded of writing advice I had heard once: that when you’re close to the end, you have to race to the finish, letting NOTHING stop you, or you may never get it done. So I decided to say no to a few things (including this blog) to focus on writing the end of the story.
And I made a promise to you that I’d finish the book and have it ready for you to read by d