After Bard College, it was early 1978. I was 23. With $600 and an old Olympia typewriter with no letter 'L', I flew one-way from New York to London expecting never again to set foot in the USA. That is until I had become a celebrated expatriate novelist. For nearly three years, I lived as writerly and passionately as humanly possible in London and Paris trying to make that happen. Some of my Lost Generation scenarios came true. Through a romantic relationship, I stepped into a London artsy world and, in short order, I became a freelance writer and editor and college visiting lecturer at Harrow College of Art and Technology in London.

When my passport's UK stamp expired I would go to Paris. After a month or so of taking residence in the Latin Quarter, and banging away on my Olympia, working on my first novel in pint-size Left Bank attic hotel rooms, I went back to London for another six-month stretch. To continue banging away on Olympia in a one-room flat in Camden Town, until my passport stamp expired again. This repeated three or four times. I made a little money here and there working freelance for a London publisher 'Americanizing' a huge series of British children's picture books - language, spellings, expressions, British objects in the pictures no American kid would recognize. 

I assisted a London photographer in creating a course - Words as Creator of Visual Images (WACOVI) - for photography Master's students at Harrow College of Art and Technology. I was the 'visual image writing expert.' Put in that position to be expert at something and come up with a weekly segment for the class, yet I was an unpublished novelist, I rose to it and did well. Heady stuff for a 23-year-old.

I finished that first novel. Not bad for a then twenty-five-year-old. But it stayed unpublished. It wasn't ready. I wasn't ready. Those dreams, so magical, and unobtainable if I had tried to get started as a young novelist in New York, and me the 'tragically poetic young expatriate novelist' went unfulfilled. But, man, did I live the dream. 

After I returned to the U.S., other dreams and a more conventional life took their place - a good life. A lovely wife. Soon, extraordinary daughters. When I accepted that a novel-writing career was not in the cards, I found myself progressing through a successful marketing executive career in the Technology Industry. Somehow, I became a strategic communication and analyst relations innovator and wiz. This led to becoming a marketing agency senior executive and then agency president. Unaccountable professional talent. I was an artsy Bard Literature and Writing major, not a B-School man. And I still had those early dreams of being a full-time novelist someday.

Then, during a long career-stopping illness, 2001 - 2004, when I was 46, I had nothing but spare time. So I wrote. Four novels in three years, my imagination was making up for lost time. All four books had promise and stood on potentially firm literary ground. It was a wonderful experience being that free and that creatively engaged as a mature man and writer and so productive over a relatively short length of time. When I was feeling better and was back in the world, I worked on them all intermittently over the next fifteen years, when the other pursuits of my life allowed me to do so. They were always close to me, like paintings on the wall that were noticeably unfinished.

Then, one day in March 2017 I woke up knowing if I was going to ever see them out in the world, it was now or never. I was 62. The 'never' would break my heart. The 'now' was upon me. That evening I began a ferocious four-week 24/7 passionate and inspired writing marathon. I was in the flow. Working simultaneously on all four. I brought them all to near final form.

Then, finally, I found that deep place of truth and clarity for each when you know all that's left is final line editing and proofing by your editor because there is nothing but very small corrections left you can do to them yourself. After a decade and a half, they were ready.

After spending a couple of years working with agents in 2004/2005 and not really getting anywhere (my books do not fit easily into categories and neither do I, as I think about it) except once when St. Martin's Press considered a previous version of THE RED FIELD for almost a year before they stepped away, I decided to take the direct self-publishing route. I am going under my own publishing name, 9 Swans Literary.

Between June 2017 and March 2018 we have published: THE RED FIELD (June 18, 2017), O'ROURKE, THE MEDICINE MAN (July 9, 2017.) and MAGNIFICENT AMONG THE ANGELFISH (September 7, 2017.)  A new novel, STILL RIVER (December 9, 2017, and the last of my 15-years in the making novels, BLACK ANGELS: A Retelling of the Book of Genesis in March 2018. 

Overall, I love the way my novel writing career got started as a 23-year-old in London and Paris. Resumed in midlife, at 46, following a 20-year career. Catches up with me now, at 62, just before they pronounce me an elder. Right when the time is perfect.

I hope you enjoy my work. Some of my books certainly took their time getting to you - coming up on forty years since Paris - over fifteen since I began the four in 2001. New ones will be coming each year until my writing mind has had enough. The literary journey for each of my original four novels since their beginnings to their completions now, you can hardly tell they are same books. Two are not, thoroughly reimagined through the years. You can say the same for me. The aging and growth process we traveled together did us five, and what books are next, a world of good. We are much the better for it. Here's to dreams - finally - fulfilled!

My very best to you, always,



Born in 1955 in Boston, Massachusetts, author Jason Taylor Morgan was a Literature and Writing major at Franklin Pierce University and Bard College in the mid-1970s.

Early in his career, he lived abroad in London and Paris. He was a novelist (unpublished), freelance writer and editor and college visiting lecturer at Harrow College of Art and Technology in London, England.

Coming back to the U.S. he was a technical writer, promotional writer, and marketing communications manager in the Technology Industry.

In the 1990s, he rose to become a senior marketing and advertising agency executive and then founded his own small and nationally recognized strategic communication and public relations agency, Morgan Communication Inc. He left the business world in 2001.

In 2010, exploring other deep aspects of himself, he took a new career direction as a master energy healer and teacher of advanced spirituality and consciousness, eventually with clients and students worldwide.

Jason spent five years on the road, 2010 - 2015, traveling throughout America on an epic personal and spiritual journey. 42 states. 22,000 miles. Hundreds of motels. Hundreds of people. Even one year in an RV. He lived for extended times in Mount Shasta and Ojai CA, Sedona and Lake Havasu AZ, Santa Fe and Taos NM, throughout the Southwest, The Shenandoah Valley VA and Bucks County PA. The result of his travels: the novel O'ROURKE, THE MEDICINE MAN.

Now, 2017, at 62-years-old, in addition to working as a healer and teacher, he is a full-time novelist of literary fiction. He has two remarkable, brilliant, beautiful and successful red-haired daughters in their late 20s whom he adores. Jason lives in the Bay area of Northern California.