Some writers interview their characters. Unfortunately, my characters are in the middle of trying to figure out how to have sex in a believable way (considering my heroine’s past), and track down a killer, all while trying not to get killed by said killer. It’s a lot of work! So they’ve both declined my inquiry …
January twenty-fifth wasn’t any different from the seconds, minutes, days, and weeks that made up the forty-seven years of my life. The only real difference lay in the fact that unlike the scattered, lost moments of those forty-seven years, I now lay lifeless on the freezing asphalt just two blocks from where my wife and …
A sodden cardboard box is his home, a faithful rusty bike his transportation. “Hard worker” isn’t something most people think of when they look at him. They see a man hunched over as he walks, his jeans brown at the knees, shirt as worn as their grandpa’s favorite chair. They see a bum. But he …
Father’s Day is almost here, and we’ll celebrate our fathers in many different ways. For some it might be the day—the only day—when they say “Thanks, Dad, for getting your gun out that one time when Joe Blow wanted me to get on the back of his bike.” Others might thank their fathers for simply being there …
