AUTHOR BLOG

WHO'S KILLING ALL THE LAWYERS? (Savant 2011)

THE JUDAS LIST (Savant 2012)

IMMINENT DANGER (Savant 2013)

THE CHEMICAL FACTOR (Savant 2015)

FINDING KATE (Savant 2016) introducing my Kate Keenan Special Assignment series

QUANTUM DEATH (Savant 2016) with Raymond Gaynor

THE SOLAR TRIANGLE (Savant 2017)

which, many agree would make an exc...

I've been a rebellious, "misbehaving" individualist since childhood. It carries over to my writing which is dosed with irreverent characters caught up in mischief and troublemaking. Although I graduated from both Harvard and Berkeley and excelled in writing, it took many years for me to escape or maybe transcend dry and rigorous rationalism. 

For me this was actually a return to my individualist roots and the influences of both a mom and great uncle who were artists, terrific story-tellers and...

As an amateur DanceSport (ballroom/Latin dance) athlete and competitor as well as a medical massage therapist, I often felt a deep but unspoken connection between the two. During my university studies, I had the opportunity to further explore this connection. Thus began my search for somatic therapy. 

At first, I thought that what dance and massage had in common was Dance Movement Therapy (DMT), a recognized form of psychological therapy. But being Japanese, I wanted something that was less ...

My passion for writing began after a typical small town boyhood in Kokomo, Indiana. Paper routes, basketball, teen dances and too many greasy French fries were followed by a BA degree at Wabash College, a small liberal arts college for men just down the road from Purdue. As an English major, I contributed cartoons and satiric articles for the humor magazine and short stories for the more serious literary publication.

After graduation and a summer adventure selling Bibles from door to door in ...

I wrote the first chapter of IN THE SHADOWS OF MY MIND one night over winter break my Senior year of undergrad. I was sitting in my apartment in Ruston, Louisiana, a college town bigger than, but not unlike, the small town in the novel. It was after midnight, so all I could see out the two big windows opposite my couch was darkness.

The plot of what was supposed to be a short story involved a man and a woman with atypical minds trying to help and comfort each other in the darkness of the nig...