So to escape a bit, I've come here. Rod Serling captured me with words and brought on my hunger for them. I've just had my 7th book published. I've read thousands of books from John Garforth's awful novelizations of THE AVENGERS, but I will go through anything for Steed and Mrs. Peel, to Moby Dick to John Updike  to Jim Thompson.. School taught me to read, the mechanics, but not the love.

At age 12, I got a green Olivetti typewriter which I used till my 20's. I typed awful screenplays, teleplays and stories in those summery years in the long ago in my attic room. I was solemn and alone in my continuing tallness. I realized that there was to be one place in me where I refused to conform, where I could be different and not feel guilty for it. My imagination. And my dreams. And though then and now I feel guilty for everything else, I do not in that.

I worked for  a Ky. newspaper after UT at Martin. I worked  as a high school English  teacher in the poorest county in TN. I write. Always. I fell in love. I became new then. Went through bad times and good. This is the worst time ever. I want to die. And shall.

I am a bleeding heart. Which I wear on my sleeve. I believe in ultimate freedom. My country scares the hell out of me. I write of anything and everything.I am told  I am good at it.

I live in Brownsville with my wife. We have two cats. They are adopted.