“Oh shit!” Barry’s voice exploded above the general hubbub on the beach.
His attention had been caught by the squeal of brakes in the parking lot. A fire-engine red Trans Am slid to a halt on the gravel, and a tall, muscular teenager bolted from the front seat. The boy managed to kill the engine but [...]
Asking a writer to talk about the process of her own writing is like asking someone about her sex life. It’s slightly embarrassing, because it is so intimate, and frankly, this writer would rather do the deed than talk about it. But I don’t mind telling you what I write about. In broad-brush terms, I have written about alcohol and drug addiction, and more importantly, recovery and the influence of twelve-step programs, incest, racial and religious tolerance, abortion, and war. My short stories often deal with some sort of loss. Not much fun, you say, but it can be. We are talking passion here, folks, and motivation. I hope I’ve fleshed all this out in a readable body of work and even dressed it in a little poetic writing, accessorized with bits of humor and perhaps a gem or two.