Like most people, I always thought I had a novel or two in me. But I never got a chance until my mid-forties. By that time, I had spent more than two decades in the ad biz, writing every imaginable type of promotional material: TV and radio commercials, brochures, press releases, newsletters, you name it. It paid the bills but none of it was for me. Excellent training, though. It teaches you how to get to the point fast. I tell people that writing novels about Las Vegas is how I handled my midlife crisis. Safer than a Harley and cheaper than a divorce. Beyond that, I wanted to write books that really capture what it’s like to live in this crazy town. Most books and movies about Las Vegas are written by “carpetbaggers,” folks who come here for a week or two and think they’ve got a handle on this place. Impossible. There’s no other city in the world like ours. We try to pretend it’s normal, and in some ways it is. But then you’ve got the gambling. In the convenience stores and Laundromats and coffee shops. Not to mention a casino on every corner. This is a company town, no less than Detroit, or Hershey, Pennsylvania. Most of us have a love/hate relationship with it. In some ways, it’s like selling your soul to the devil. I try to put some of that in my books. My characters are all loosely based on real-life people. This town is a wealth of material. For any writer, all you have to do is keep your eyes open and take notes. I strive to be to Vegas what Carl Hiaasen is to Florida and Elmore Leonard is to Detroit.

Writer's Digest Honorable Mention for Dice Angel
Arizona Writer's Association first place for Money Shot
My wife, kids and cats seem to like me, too