Random Thoughts

Pursue Your Dreams

Had someone told me, in July 2015, that I’d appear on the Nationally Syndicated Doug Dahlgren Radio Program, or get interviewed by Author Voices, a self-described online, or web gazette to used to inspire authors and lifelong readers to discuss and promote my books, Last Exit to Montauk, and The Captain & the Queen, respectively, I’d tell that person that they were nuts, and needed to have their head examined.

As many know, pursuing the dream of writing and publishing books, was never on my dreamboard. It was not on my bucket list. It was never a personal goal. I was content living the life of a husband, father, and software sales guy.

Yet, four years after images began swirling in my mind’s eye, one rainy Saturday afternoon, in August 2015, while I attempted to watch tv, but felt compelled to document, and spend the next six weeks writing my first of over thirty manuscripts, I find myself, here, posting a new blog on my very own website, talking about pursuing your dreams.

Recently, I had the “privilege” of having dinner with a dream-stealer. You know the type. A self-proclaimed expert with an opinion on everything under the sun. As we discussed my books, a topic he brought up, he slowly tried to chip away at my goals and dreams, as I continue to write books, and pursue publishing novels.

Fortunately, as the evening progressed, I realized what I was dealing with. A dream-stealer. Someone who never reached his full potential, let alone pursue the dream of publishing a novel, as far as I know, anyway.

Oddly, enough, when we discussed his goals and dreams, he became quiet, and changed the subject. It’s funny how that happens, when you take a moment to look behind the curtain.

After dinner, I thought about this enlightening encounter, full of snide and condescending comments. While they didn’t discourage me from pursuing my goals and dreams, it did cause me to think of others whose hopes and dream he as destroyed. People who sought his advice, only to be told he had “friends” who pursued similar dreams, only to fail miserably, implying that if they too, chose the same path, they too would achieve a similar outcome.

Well, to those people I say, go for it. Pursue your dreams. Don’t let the dream-stealers of the world rob you of your destiny. If not you, who? If not now, when?

Julia Child didn’t release her first cook book until she was 50. Vera Wang started her designing career in her 40s. JK Rowling received TWELVE REJECTION LETTERS before Harry Potter And The Sorcerer’s Stone was published. Morgan Freeman didn’t become a household name until turning 52.

What I’m saying is, it’s never too late. There are literally hundreds of examples. Don’t believe me? Google it.

Pursue your dreams. Live the life you were meant to live. Be the success story people point to. Want to start a blog? Want to do a podcast? Want to write a book? Open a business? Sail the oceans? Cure cancer?

Go for it! Humanity is waiting for you. Answer the call!

Live Interview: Doug Dahlgren Radio Show

Join us live on Friday, October 11, 2019 on the Doug Dahlgren Show, from 11 AM to Noon ET.

Scroll down to the Oct 11 Date.

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The Five Senses

I’m sitting in my Florida office, as my faithful companion is curled up in her doggy bed and blanket, snoring softly, sleeping the afternoon away. Just beyond her, a window overlooking my backyard. The Florida sunshine beckoning me to join it outside, as its glorious rays bathe the blue sky.

Man, I just love the five senses, don’t you? That sweet blend of mozzarella cheese, red sauce, Italian spices and pizza crust as you take your first bite. The sound of children laughing. The tender touch of a loved one. The scent of her perfume. The look in her eyes…

The memories our senses stir…better than a selfie.

Which is your favorite? Here are some of mine from The Captain & the Queen:

“How is it possible that I can still smell her perfume after all these years?”

“I can still remember seeing her for the first time. It was the first day of
my senior year—class of 1987—at our boarding school on Long Island…She stood there, staring up at the building with a look of uncertainty, as
girls milled about her, entering and exiting the dorm. I couldn’t stop staring
at her. I literally halted in my tracks, slack-jawed. ”

Her lips were full, rich, silky soft, and smooth, with a hint of Raspberry Snapple Iced Tea.

Callie walked up behind me, wrapped her arms around my waist, and
placed her chin on my right shoulder.

“The love in her eyes penetrated the depths of my soul.”

“I enjoyed the sound of her voice. She had a unique accent. One I couldn’t
quite put a finger on. Unlike my Long Island accent, hers was . . . I don’t know . . . worldly.”

Her pouty lips mouthed, I love you.

May your days be filled with happiness and love!


Lately, I’ve been thinking about cheerleaders. No, not the girls wearing short skirts, dancing around, shaking their pom-pom’s. I’m talking about the people in our lives who cheer us on.

The people who provide comfort in times of need. Who encourage when we feel lost. Who help lead us back to safety. Who watch over us, even from the distance, silently praying for us.

“You can do it.” “You’re awesome.” “Get up!” “I believe in you!” “Keep going!”

“I Love You.”

Words that heal. Heal the heart. Heal the soul. Heal the spirit.

The Encourager. The Cheerleader.

I want to take a moment to thank my cheerleaders, too many to mention, but loved and appreciated nonetheless. I want to let you know I hear you. I feel your prayers. I sense your presence in my life. You’ve made a difference and continue to do so. I’m not the awesome one. You’re the Awesome One!!

Keep Cheering!

Happy 4th of July

Fired up the BBQ. Burgers and dogs are cooking. Watermelon’s cut up and ready to go. Fries getting crispy in the oven. Beverages chilled in the fridge. Condiments out and paper plates are staked. All that’s missing is you.

The brave men and women, stationed around the planet, preserving and protecting our freedom. Freedom to sit back and relax. On the beach. In the pool. On the couch, watching the latest episodes of Stranger Things.

Thank you, members of the United States Armed Services. Thank you for fighting for our freedom in 1776. Thank you for continuing to serve in 2019.

May God Bless You and keep you safe. May His face shine upon you and be gracious to you. May He lift up His countenance upon you. And may you know His Peace.

Have a Safe, Healthy and Happy 4th of July.

Unexpected Reviews

When I started this adventure I’ll call burgeoning award-winning-novelist, I never imagined it would take me across the country, promoting my books. Frankly, I never imagined there would be a plural, books.

Writing novels was never on the dream board. It wasn’t on the roadmap. Anyone that knows me, knows I’m a bit of an extravert. I’ve been on stage, solo’d, was an extra in a few movies, and dipped my toes in the stand-up pool many moons ago.

Writing, however, was never really my “thing”. Sure, I enjoyed telling stories. Tell a joke or two. Be the first to respond with a snarky or smart-ass response. But, sitting down and actually writing a story? Chapter after chapter? Compile hundreds of thousands of words?

Just wasn’t in the cards. I wasn’t that guy. I wasn’t that cerebral. And if you’ve read my work, you know, I’m still not that cerebral, but I’m working on it.

Periodically, I check my reviews on line. People seem to enjoy my work, and my review count continues to increase monthly, which surprises me, but I won’t complain.

What I love most, though, is discovering international reviews. People outside my country, USA, who’ve spent their hard earned money, and purchased my novels. Then, take the time, to write a review on Amazon, B&N, Goodreads, etc.

Here’s a recent nugget I found, while surfing the web, I thought I’d share. It’s from Amazon Australia, a country on my bucket list, and hope to visit one day. I find it ironic, that while I’ve never stepped foot in the “land down under”, my book has.

This is from Anna W. whomever she is.

(5.0 out of 5 stars) What follows is a sweet story of first love set in the 80’s

Format: Kindle Edition

Verified Purchase

This book had me from the first page and by the end, I was an emotional wreck. In 1987 a young man meets a girl called B. What follows is a sweet story of first love set in the 80’s. The story is told entirely from the boy’s (we never learn his name) point of view and is refreshingly innocent and at the same time very real.
It’s a coming of age story of first love that is beautifully told. Vega is a talented writer who doesn’t put a foot wrong. The main characters are both real and sympathetic. This book is an easy read that will carry you along as B and the young man discover love, friendship and growing up. There is also the added bonus of the time period, I love books and films set in the 80’s so, for me, this was a great piece of nostalgia. Vega throws in references to films and music (and using pay phones) that really set the mood.
Without giving anything away, this book has some really emotional parts, you’ll need a tissue.
Loved it!

Thank you, Anna W. whomever you are. I enjoyed your review, and appreciate you spending the time to read my novel, and your hard earned money. I hope you enjoy the rest of my work.

Manhattan Book Review: Last Exit to Montauk

Four Stars

“There is definitely an air of the kind of romantic fiction embodied by Nicholas Sparks or John Green with Vega’s Last Exit to Montauk…”

Last Exit to Montauk is a story of first love, one young readers, as well as lovers of the romance genre, will find quite satisfying. Vega is able to pace his novel quite well, leading readers through the interior life of the unnamed protagonist with ease. Since the perspective is that of the narrator, readers enjoy a very casual, conversational prose tone that occasionally wanders off into reverie but soon returns to the details of the story at hand. However, one can allow a certain air of whimsical remembrance when recounting first love. There is definitely an air of the kind of romantic fiction embodied by Nicholas Sparks or John Green with Vega’s Last Exit to Montauk, from its use of flashback (the vast majority of the novel) to its somewhat twist ending.

What makes the story unique is we are seeing through the eyes of a seventeen-year-old Hispanic boy experiencing his first slice of adulthood. This, combined with the casual yet vivid descriptions of the North Shore of Long Island during the late-1980s, gives readers a heartfelt glimpse into the development of a young man. Vega seems to draw on his own experiences in dealing with the casual racism of the era in creating the antagonist, Kyle Ferguson, the ex-boyfriend who makes no attempt to hide his racial contempt of the narrator who is daring to date outside what Kyle feels is his class and culture. This aspect really does push the novel into territory less explored by many and most romances, but it’s one a keen reader of new adult and young adult fiction will appreciate.

For more cynical readers, there may be too much reminiscence in Vega’s novel and not enough meaningful introspection. However, one doesn’t read new adult or young adult literature for crushing existential realizations, nor does one read romantic comedies for their insularity. Rather, novels like Last Exit to Montauk exist so we can share in a personal and emotive moment, something that allows us to increase our own empathy and depth of understanding. In this way, Vega succeeds in creating a moving story exploring not just puppy love but how friendships develop, are nurtured, and mature. It is rare for an earnest novel like this to actually achieve its goals without relying upon exhausted tropes or standard clichés and thus provoking indifference in readers. In Last Exit to Montauk, Vega avoids those pitfalls, delivering a substantial novel that still feels light while not sacrificing impact.

Reviewed By: Daniel Casey

Manhattan Book Review, @booksmanhattan, @Manhattan-Book-Review, @vman216, @thewordverve

Favorite First Line?

Someone I follow on Social Media recently posted a question, “What’s your favorite first line from a book?”

I thought, “Hmm…great question.” There are so many.

  • “In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.” Moses, Genesis (?)
  • “Call me Ishmael.” Herman Melville, Moby-Dick (1851)
  • “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.”Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities (1859)

And what about movies and music? There are certainly many classics there too, no?

  • “Hello darkness my old friend” Simon & Garfunkel, The Sound of Silence (1964)
  • “I, I wish you could swim” David Bowie, Heroes (1974)
  • “Don’t call it a comeback. I’ve been here for years.” LL Cool J, Mama Said Knock You Out (1990)
  • “Rosebud” Citizen Kane (1941)
  • “Please sir, I want some more.” Oliver! (1968)
  • “As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster.” Goodfellas (1990)

As a writer, I understand the importance of a first line. It captures the audience. Draws them in. Makes them want to keep reading, listening, or watching as the story unfolds.

It’s like walking into a bakery and smelling that intoxicating scent of fresh baked bread. The hint of cinnamon, garlic, sugar, or warm chocolate. I’m salivating just thinking about it.

What do our favorite first lines say about us? Do they define us? As an individual? As a society? Who’s to say? There are as many lists out there as there are first lines.

What about you? What are some of your favorite first lines? To a book, song or movie? There are no wrong answers. Certainly the short list I posted are merely a sliver, a snippet, a morsel of my favorites.

I look forward to reading your favorite first lines…

Unexpected Surprises

“Surprise!!” I can still remember hearing those words shouted at me when I turned 14. My older brother took me to the same mall featured in my novels, Last Exit to Montauk and The Captain & the Queen, the Smith Haven Mall.

After hitting the Herman’s Sporting Goods Store, Sam Goody’s and the Arcade for $10 worth of video games, which was a lot back in the 80s, I came home to a surprise party.

I was greeted with, “Surprise!!”, as I opened the front door. And how did I react? I squeaked, immediately panicked and shut the door. I stood on the outside, panicking, while on the other side of the front door, I heard laughter.

After composing myself, or rather, after my older brother shook his head, and shoved me inside, I had the best time ever.

So, imagine my surprise when I turned the corner on a recent business trip, and saw this staring image back at me. When people ask me what my goals are regarding my writing, my typical response includes, I want people to enjoy my writing. I want to help change the narrative on how people view Hispanics in today’s world, which is why all the Hispanics in my novels are and will always be white-collar professionals.

Lastly, I’d love to see my work adapted to the big or small screen someday. Hollywood, I’m talking to you! @SofiaVergara‏, @EvaLongoria, @salmahayek, @jessicaalba, @NHMC and @rosariodawson I’m talking to you, too!

I hope you have a Blessed Day! When I saw this, I certainly did!!

What is Romance?

How do you define romance? Is it flowers for your loved ones? A heart-shaped box of chocolates? How about a puppy with a bow and card that reads, “Will you be mine?” Who doesn’t love puppy breath?

Over the last two years, since undertaking this new venture, published novelist, people have asked, where do you get your ideas? Why write about love?

Well, the former is easier than the latter to answer. Ideas simply come to me, in a flash or a vision. I’ll be working on something, driving to the office, listening to music, doing yard work, or simply watching television, and images and ideas begin to fill my imagination with a story.

The entire plot plays out in my mind’s eye and if it stays with me, I’ll start writing the manuscript. So far, since 2017, I’ve started and developed close to thirty manuscripts.

I have a roadmap for the next four books I plan on releasing unless an idea comes to me that will supersede all others, taking me well into the next decade and beyond.

I write about love because it’s universal. Regardless of where you go on this planet, everyone can relate to love. The love a mother has for her child. The love a husband has for his spouse. The love a child has for her pet. The love a dog has for his owner.

Have you ever come home from a long day’s work, and had a dog greet you at the front door? Tongue out, tail wagging, darn-near jumping out of its skin with excitement that you’re home!

There’s nothing better than unconditional love! That’s my wish for you today. Valentine’s Day. May you experience Unconditional Love and may it transform you, permeate your body and soul, causing you to shine as bright as the sun!