From wanting to be a fireman as an adolescent, to a medical doctor or business man during my college days, I have never had a moment, not in my wildest imagination, when I had thought of being an author. Never! I was such a miserable student for most of my life, that writing was the furthest thing from my mind. It was more of a fluke than anything else. About ten years ago, I had a strange idea that I believed would make an interesting story. I knew a few people that had done fiction, but either they were busy with something else, or didn’t want to be bothered.  Since I felt I had no real talent, nor any concept how to write, the idea was put on a shelf. I did read, and when I reviewed a story, I always thought to myself, “Could I do better than this guy?” With a little encouragement from my wife, I began writing an outline. The outline turned into three handwritten notebooks. I transferred that to the PC, which people told me was called a manuscript, and from there began chasing agents and publishers all over the internet. Alas, here we are.  

Published Nine Lives, July 2008