Author Brad Jensen

[Read A Couple Chapters from REZ's EDGE here:

My name is Brad Jensen, and I'm a Write-A-Holic! Well, I am now, or have been for a number of years now. Admission is the first step, right?
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I'm a dude/guy/man originally from the state of South Dakota, where I was not hatched, but actually pushed out from my mother's loins, womb, unmentionables, what-have-you.
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I was raised in a small town called Hot Springs, South Dakota, that is located in the southern Black Hills. You know, that somewhat mountainous area east of the Rockies and Big Horn mountains that is also the location of those rock carved presidents' heads: Georgie (Boy, Cherry Tree Chopper) Washington, Thomas (Louisiana Purchase Prez' and Sire to six African American half breed children) Jefferson, Teddy (Bear and National Park Bully) Roosevelt, and Abe (Footprints On The Ceiling and Slavery Abolisher) Lincoln. The mountain is also known as Mount Rushmore. The local Lakota Sioux Indians know the mountain as the 'Six Grandfathers' and see the Prez' Headz as a sacrilege to their sacred He Sapa (Black Mountains) or Paha Sapa (Black Hills).
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This gets me to the topics, thus far, of my books. The first book, that I just finished and is to soon be released, is called “The REZ's EDGE”. Here's the premise:
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It's late at night and Dakota's father, Gordon, is driving them home down a lonesome highway. It's 1974, one year after the takeover and occupation of the village of Wounded Knee by the American Indian Movement (AIM) and a militant population of 300 indians.
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Headlights pop over a hill, blinding Gordon. The oncoming vehicle streaks across the double-yellow lines, smashing into Dakota and his father. Their car careens, catches, flips, and smashes into the ditch. Dakota is seriously wounded. His father is dead.
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After a year of rehabilitation, Dakota returns to his first day of eighth grade middle school to face his mental demons and the tribal cousins of his father's killer.
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Welcome to Dakota's hell! Welcome to the REZ's EDGE!
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The other book, that's over half finished, is called “ANCESTRAL”. Here is its storyline:
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A modern day man, sick of the struggles of our chaotic world, dies during a solo deer hunting trip. His soul collides with another in the spiritual world and fate hands him a second chance at life. His reentry into the world is through the womb of a native American Indian woman. He is reborn into the heart of the continent of historic north America. Anglo man has not yet defiled the mid-continent nor has any regional native witnessed a pale skin with his own eyes. Our modern day man leaves one chaotic world and exchanges it for another filled with bloody battles, bitter weather, and deadly encounters.
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--Brad's Thoughts on Style:--
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Don't you hate it when you're reading along and some overly-esoterically-wordy author throws out some weird word that requires the use of Mr. Webster or his online equivalent? I do. So, If i'm going to use some weird or cool word I always try to use it in such context that its meaning is relayed to the reader, or I artfully toss in another sentence that uses another set of words that lets my readers know what the hell I meant in my previous sentence. I don't want to break up your reading flow and piss you off. Hey!, your welcome!
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I'm all about the active voice, as it seems more dramatic, in the moment, and bloody adventurous; so I write as things are actually happening RIGHT NOW (present tense... baby). Of course I flip-flop back and forth If I'm flashing back or future probing. My biggest driver is to make it super interesting and absorbing to the reader. I want you IN my stories and LIVING them with my characters. I want my readers dirty, sweaty, bloody, elated, frightened, laughing out loud, titillated, and on the edge of their damn seat, bed, log, whatever!
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That's all for now...