After the initial rejection of “No Time To Run” by an agent, I did what writers were supposed to do. I continued to revise the manuscript and I continued to submit it to literary agents. This was over fifteen years ago. Independent bookstores were not complaining about Amazon so much back then, they were complaining about Barnes & Nobles and Borders (remember that Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan movie?). Amazon certainly sold books, but it wasn’t what it is today.writRead More
Not long after I started writing “No Time To Run,” there was a national contest announced in our local bar association’s magazine. Evidently, I was not the only lawyer in America who was unhappy with his job and longed to leave the billable hours behind to become the next John Grisham. This is not a shock. The often depressing life of practicing law, however, should be the subject for a different blog post. Anyway, my wife showed me the article about the contest and encouraged me to enter.Read More
A year later I was back at it, and this time I came up with a new story. I’d learned valuable lessons from my first crappy book and my second crappy book. This new one had a plot, and my characters had a motive.
I first started working on “No Time To Run” in an Irish pub over my lunch. I wasn’t drinking (I swear), but, I wanted too.Read More
Okay folks, so I wrote my first crappy book. It had no plot. It had no action. It was just two dudes living in a trailer in a Texas prison. Why were they in the trailer? I had no idea. The words were pretty, but there was no journey for the reader. So, those three months (probably more) of my life went into the garbage can, and I set off with new determination to write the most exciting darn book ever written.Read More
About eighteen years ago, I had begun the practice of getting up in the morning and writing. It was an attempt to keep some balance in my life as a new lawyer. This is sort of like my origin story, like when Superman was put in a pod and blasted into space only this origin story does not include rippling muscles, x-ray vision, or an impressive square-dimpled chin.Read More
People always ask, “how did you become a writer?” It’s not an easy question. I think I could start by responding, “In the beginning, there was a blank page.” But long before that, there was a love an appreciation for the written word that I developed at my local public library.Read More