This book is written in a barren period of loss with an attempt to move forward towards substance.

finding in motion, what was once in place

Readers often tell me after they’ve read the books, they find it difficult to sum up the plot in a simple way. My response is, “It’s a story about the love a father shares for...

We all draw different lines. Sometimes they intersect. Sometimes they don’t. We agree on forms of evil, but judge degrees of it, saying only the worst of humanity is truly bad. And everything along the...

I think of myself as a bad writer with big ideas, but I’d rather be that than a big writer with bad ideas.

Novels by serious writers of genius often eventually become best-sellers, but most contemporary best-sellers are written by second-class writers whose psychological brew contains a touch of naïvety, a touch of sentimentality, the story-telling gift, and...

Once you’ve read too many trashy best-sellers, you begin to look for something with substance, something that attempts to define the universe.

The ragged curtains were reaching out across the room and the foot of the bed was soaked with rain. She got up and closed the window to protect her from the storm outside. However, there...

I have a great book. It’s called Stantasyland. Except I don’t have the money to buy a million copies to put it on the bestsellers list.

A Million Copies Sold,” did you ever wonder who bought them?

I’m contemplating if book sales and promotions can actually be rigged like so many other things in our everyday lives?