“This doesn’t bode well,” the burly detective said. They were standing in the hallway where…

The Writer’s Dilemma

A blessed story of human sacrifice and haha.

Does life imitate Art? Or does Art imitate Life. Who would know anyway?

He usually woke up from a fifteen minute power nap just north of Ossining as the train…

I used to write nonfiction exclusively. I believe I did this because the young mind needs to find the structures and formats that it can fit its ideas and thoughts into. This was less a conscious choice and more of a predilection, for I read fiction voraciously and had a very active…