I write non-crime, non-fantasy books though I’ve not written much lately. This was where I started and stopped when work exposed me to so much tragedy I no longer found earnest tales of triumph over adversity entertaining. I couldn’t read it and I certainly didn’t want to write about it. I still derive little pleasure from stories of poverty, violence, addiction and despair.

I am currently editing a work I started a long time ago and set aside until late last year. I dipped back into the well of real life and created Behind Closed Doors, a small family drama. The failing health of the family patriarch sends ripples affecting three generations. It is a story of decline, grief, endurance and resilience with a sprinkling of joy and a whole heap of love.

As an contrast, I have also started The Making of a Curmudgeon: Standing Still While the World Disappoints (working title) which is a semi-autobiographical account of how I came to recognize and embrace my inner curmudgeon which is now my outer persona as well. This will be more comedic I hope and I work on it intermittently when other WIP become challenging.