He Might Be A Man

There Are Days When None Of Us Can Bear It, But The Good Comes Around Again. Happiness Is Seasonal, Like Anything Else. Wait It Out. There Are People Who Love You. People Who Can Help.

A Is For Alibi, My First Book, Was Published In 1982. As It Happened The Next Couple Of Books Took Place In June And August Of That Year. Without Meaning To I Painted Myself Into A Corner. The Other Issue Was The Aging Process. I Did Not Want My Main Character To Age One Year For Every Book So I Slowed The Whole Process Down. This Way I Could Get Through All 26 Letters Of The Alphabet Without Making Her 109 Years Old In 2015. I Might End The Series In Either 1990 Or On New Years Eve 1989.

Grief Rolled Across The Space Between Us Like A Wash Of Salt Water.

My Primary Lesson, However, Was That I'm A Solo Writer, Happiest When I'm Making All The Executive Decisions. I've Always Been Willing To Rise Or Fall On My Own Merits.

The Hard Thing About Death Is That Nothing Ever Changes. The Hard Thing About Life Is That Nothing Stays The Same.