There's not much to say, really. I grew up on the West Coast and later on moved to the Denver area, where I wrote a series of books (under a different byline) for which I became rather infamous. But I grew heartily sick of the machinations and smoke-and-mirror environment of the publishing biz, so I put aside my word processor and picked up my harp...thereafter spending an exceedingly pleasant seven and a half years playing a steady gig at a local restaurant.
When the gig evaporated, I rediscovered a hankering to write, and have been working steadily since then...with varying degrees of disappointment.
Being of a reclusive bent, I am not comfortable sharing anything more of my personal life other than that I am married, life comfortably with my spouse, and have the honor of the company of two small dogs.
The Borders of Life, though it dates from the time of my disillusionment with publishing, is a book to which I keep returning. There is something about its world that draws me, and it pains me to think of what it could have achieved in the hands of a more sympathetic publisher. As it was, it was more or less left to die on the vine.
I am working toward a republication of Borders, as well as an independent publication of my more recent work. Snow City has recently been released both as a Kindle e-book and a CreateSpace paperback.
To those of you who thoroughly disliked The Borders of Life, my apologies for not having satisfied your reading tastes. For those who took its message and its world to heart, my deepest thanks, and you may be assured that I will to my best to uphold the literary standards that you apparently found so attractive...though I must add that I will not be doing any more Faulkner pastiches: Snow City demonstrates a completely different (and perhaps more palatable?) narrative voice.
...is the author of The Borders of Life, Snow City, and a number of forthcoming novels and stories.
Her name is Echo Japonica, and she lives in Snow City. But she was not always Echo, and she did not always live in Snow City. Somewhere else, she was someone else, and it was to Snow City that she fled in order to escape a place and a self that had at last become intolerable.
For Snow City is a dream — Echo's dream — of a better place, an idealized place, a place of both anonymity and fulfillment. It is, for Echo, a haven of peace, a refuge, a sanctuary.
But Snow City remains, nonetheless, a dream, and dreams, being such fragile things, can so easily shade into nightmare...
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