The stimulus to create comes from different avenues. My first novel was inspired by a Christmas special I watched on TV in the early ’70’s. Almost one thousand pages later, I was finally finished with The Thin Man Band. I am committed to tell an honest story that is both entertaining and true to my experience of life and the characters that have peopled it. If that comes out a little ribald at times and even old-Hollywood at others . . . that’s just how it is.

The stories just keep coming to me. They rattle around in my head, sometimes for years, before their birth. Because they are living breathing people, they need to be born to the printed page where they can show their frailties, fears, and exhibit all the scars life has brought to them.

There are so many things I want to say and each novel takes so much time. Since I have retired I do write more but I fear I will never get to express it all. There is my parent’s memoir set in Brooklyn during the Great Depression that I have been working on for twenty years. I keep putting a mystery on hold for higher priorities. And last, and not near the least, is my own memoir. Working on this, I have realized a true fear in reliving my own life. I now understand the courage it takes to write one’s own life. Here, I am in a different position; the pain and heart break that the story tells is my own pain and heart break. I believe this will be my greatest challenge.

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