The idea sprouted a little more than a year ago. Here's what I'd like to do if I can pull it off ...

But the act of writing Fish Heads was something so different, so unique, so extraordinary that I’m still floored by it ...

There have been so many days and nights where the pain has been so bad that I can’t sit still.

“Frankie’s like those little cars at the circus. You keep thinking there can’t be anything more, but clowns just keep pouring out ..."

I was too worried about a limited word count. I wasn’t digging deep enough. I was afraid. She was telling me I needed to do better.

You don’t have to worry about flights or hotels, or the fear of a global pandemic, and hey, we have a beautiful coastline ...

If I'm lucky, the characters will take off on their own and do whatever they damn well please, leaving me to chase after them ...

The ghosts were throwing a party. They hadn’t invited me to their shindig, but I was there.