I have to say it's strange to consider myself a writer.  I have always fought with what that actually means - I find many other occupations are more palpable in their definitions. Writing to me, as many, is catharsis.  I don't write for anyone else but myself.  I have an obsession with being genuine, and honest - and through writing I can both communicate honestly and also work out subconscious conflicts within myself. I don't keep a target audience in mind when I write, because that would befoul the entire process.  If I had to write for someone else, I would be required to continually judge each phrase, sentence and paragraph as it comes.  I work much better after swallowing a couple of glasses of wine, a tear in my eye and a burning in my belly. Desperate admonitions are the stuff of inspiration, true, unfiltered gut-wrenching honesty is what makes people feel.  This is my goal, to let out that cosmic consciousness and the rest follows.  I think these things resonate with genuine artistry, not the disposable, materialistic mainstream media that is unfortunately so prevalent these days, particularly in the United States. My influences are: Nabokov, Kafka and many little books from no-names I've picked up in thrift stores over the years. My goal: To be one of those no-named writers, who brings some inspiration to someone years and years from now, even after I've passed.

My new novel, "Thunder Destroys Me" will be released by Bucks County Publishing in Fall of 2010.