I was born in Boston, Mass at a hospital that no longer is open. Nothing new in that. Things change and move on. The year was the first year after WWII ended. So, I missed that war. Maybe that was the last war when everyone was on the same side and victory meant the salvation of mankind from unspeakable horrors. War has not left mankind. We are still at it, and that means men and now women seek the profession of arms for patriotic or other reasons. For a brief period of my life, I was a soldier. I fought in a war, unpopular at the time, yet still a war. Each war has its own unique circumstances. Writing about the aspects of a specific war and its affect on characters is what my writing is about. War intensifies human emotion just as a love relationship does. Together, they make a good mix making good story telling. Hemingway started it.

            I was the product of middle class parents. We lived in the suburbs. Once again, not much to stand out there, except that is how my thinking developed as a young man. At the age of 15 I decided I wanted to be a writer. Nothing really unusual in that teenage fantasy. It is still alive in me today. I’ve learned a few things in those intervening years. Technology has added more possibilities for writers. Where has that put me? One self published novel and working on the first of two sequels developing interesting characters which I know a readership is out there for.

I have also developed my own definition of what literature should be. That may seem haughty. Each of us must be true to what we believe. Literature should reflect a time and place in the story of mankind. It should deal with human emotions and reactions. It has to be real. Your characters can’t walk through walls or survive fights that would land any normal human in a hospital. We see and live with those electronic illusions and possibly that twists the perception of what mankind is. The writer’s job is to create a real stage for his characters. It has to be entertaining enough to pry attention away from all the electronic toys that create fantasy and gobble up competitive time. So, a writer’s job ain’t easy. Then again, life ain’t either.