I Think Of Myself As

I Write Because Something Inner And Unconscious Forces Me To. That Is The First Compulsion. The Second Is One Of Ethical And Moral Duty. I Feel Responsible To Tell Stories That Inspire Readers To Consider More Deeply Who They Are.

How Could They Say That They Truly Loved Each Other? They Had Simply Grown Up Together, Been Children Together, And The Proximity Of It, The Closeness Of It, Had Produced In Them Love S Illusion. And Yet - On The Other Hand - What Was Love If It Wasn't This Instinct She Felt.

I Was Born In Washington State And Have Lived Here For 42 Plus Years.

I Often Heard About His Cases And I Often Sat In On His Trials. In The Late 1960s When I Was Growing Up I Wanted To Be A Crusader Like Him But I Didn't Want To Wear A Suit And Commute.

Time Made Me Change. I Gradually Woke Up To The Realization That This Is Who I Am, An Author, A Public Figure, And I Couldn't Just Hide In My Study, Tapping Away At The Keyboard And Pretend That I Didn't Have A Role To Play Beyond Stringing Words Together.