I Grew Up In Seattle, But I

Post-modernism Is Dead Because It Didn't Address Human Needs.

Accident Ruled Every Corner Of The Universe Except The Chambers Of The Human Heart.

What Sustains Me Is To Be With My Family And To Write.

The Real Question Is: How Do You React? What Do You Do Next? Evade Responsibilities? Bury Yourself In Work? What Do You Do? All Three Of My Novels Take Up That Question, Although None Gives An Answer.

I Write Because Something Inner And Unconscious Forces Me To. That Is The First Compulsion. The Second Is One Of Ethical And Moral Duty. I Feel Responsible To Tell Stories That Inspire Readers To Consider More Deeply Who They Are.