He tied his boat off and started to climb the cliffs. He knew that no one had lived to tell what was behind the cloud, but still he climbed.
The island's sides were a sheer drop, but so full of cracks and irregularities he found ample hand and foot holds, as if the island were made to climb. Its very existence in the middle of the giant lake seemed to say, "Come, and see." What inquisitive young man could resist such enticement?
J. Mark has been a writer since his childhood years. Like most adults, he got distracted by other things and left his stories to languish for a while. He’s picked them back up again, and wants to share them with the world. With the ever-changing nature of modern publishing, he was convinced that this self-publishing thing would be a better fit, and decided to give it a go. (We’ll see how that works out for him.)
J. Mark is a minister, a musician, a former school teacher, and an amateur chef. He lives in North Texas with his wife, three budding authors, and several Apple products.