In 2004, I was having a complicated oral surgery. It required general anesthesia and it would be my first time in an operating room. As a writer, I always keep an eye out for such unique observation opportunities, no matter what the situation. Therefore, I was a bit excited about what I was about to
For the first half of our marriage, my wife, Cathy, and I agreed that we didn’t want the responsibility of having to care for another living thing (plant, animal, or child). We ate out frequently, took trips, and extended them if we were especially enjoying ourselves. We didn’t have to be concerned that someone or
My second novel, Don’t Remember, is told strictly from the point of view of the main character, Julian Barnes. The reader doesn’t get the perspective of the other characters, only what Julian observes about them. This single-character focus is meant to allow for more insight into the psyche of the story’s hero. There isn’t a
Mark Holder has created a battery so powerful some believe it is economically destructive. Mark is skeptical of the assertion at first but then is later convinced of the cost to others. He must decide if he will proceed, knowing that if he doesn’t it will cost him his life’s work and the woman he
After I published Have You Seen Her? I thought I was done with it. Never to revisit the characters again. After the book came out, many people asked, “What happens next?” Even my sister. I considered writing a sequel, but I already have my next three novels in various stages of development. I was done
In the Bronx, in the sixties, the floors of movie theaters were often so sticky your feet literally got stuck on them as if they were flypaper. I didn’t care, I just wanted to find an unbroken seat and watch the previews and the movie. Seeing something I create on a screen or on a
From the December Small Press Bookwatch under the Fiction shelf: Deserted by tragedy in his life, Jack Logan doesn’t know where to turn next in his life. “Have You Seen Her?” is a novel following Logan as he copes with the loss of his wife and daughter, as a runaway enters his life. Trying to
I’ve never run competitively and have no desire to. I run to exercise and for how I feel after—endorphins (endogenous morphine) pumping through me, lungs gasping for air purging toxins, and on warm, humid days, sweat freely pouring from my pores. I feel alive. More connected with nature. Even on the tough days—when it’s as
I am not one of those writers who can work all day and into the night, finishing a manuscript in a matter of weeks. I need to pace myself, giving my mind a chance to work through the many problems one encounters in the course of writing a novel. In August, we got plenty of
