Frankie, the slightly chubby Chihuahua, has just returned after a madcap twenty minutes with his doggie brethren running up and down the fence of our property barking madly at nothing, making sure no falling leaves or squirrels have violated our borders. Continue reading
You can tell I’m in the fiction-factory groove, because I only sent off the first draft of HAPPY HOUR yesterday and already I’m trying to figure out what’s going to happen in the next one. Continue reading
For a guy who doesn’t eat sushi, there are several deal-breakers in this one. Continue reading
Besides the second Bobby Dollar book, HAPPY HOUR IN HELL, which I’m just finishing, I’m also working on four short stories at the same time. Continue reading
This disturbing image, which looks like something you might find crawling around on the sea floor, covered with stinging spines, sleeps next to me. Continue reading