Effortless, prolific writing flows from some authors. I envy them.
I crave writing when I'm not and agonize over it while I am. My love for having written helps me tolerate this strange syndrome.
My written voice is simple; I avoid obscure words, fancy inflated description and other attempts at literary pyrotechnics. I'm a plain, blue-collar author, happy to be forgotten within stories I hope are meaningful and memorable.
I'm afraid of almost everything and blessed with an overactive imagination—two useful tools for writing noir fiction. Creating characters to play out and resolve my nightmares has become a hobby that is too cathartic and therapeutic to stop.
A thread of social consciousness runs through my books. For me, some truths about the human condition are best illustrated by a novel's web of lies.
Click open a sample or two. They're big. If you're anything like me, odds are good that you'll be entertained—maybe more than a little—if I'm lucky.
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