Flame Head began his life as a product, designed by a corporate boardroom, coaxed to life by venture capital money and men (and one...

The cold was angry and mean; brittle enough to cut through glass and snap the antennas off the roof of the flimsy metal shack Dimitri...

Henry's affair began in darkness--never a good place to begin a fresh love. He crept out of the quiet, cold house and scurried to the...

Beatrice was known around town as a woman of mild temperament and recalcitrant humor. She made cookies for the bake sale, donated twenty...

Don't ever forget Sunshine's eggs. She's like a fighting wildcat if she doesn't get her eggs and they need to be done right. Sloppy in...

Everything on the desk was in its correct position. Elise couldn't tolerate chaos, disorder or her pencils being dulled. The ceramic cup...

Froggy the Fishman wiped the guts and blood on his white apron before he pulled the pocket-size Bible from his rubber boot. He flipped to...

Puerto Valliant stood in the freezer door, letting the blower run over his bare chest. Consuela chopped the vegetables with a butcher...

I'm back after a long break. I took time away from the book, from writing, submitting and basically anything that wasn't related to...

I have to take time away from the book. If I don't, I will go crazier than I already am. There is so much pressure to make things happen,...

When I sit down to write, I try to let my brain go and trust that my instincts will guide me. Sometimes that works. Other times, the...

Early on, before the waves came, I loved to sit on the pier and watch the gulls dive bomb the water. They took such risks, ramming their...

The moon hung over the darkened bay like a communion wafer. The black water lapped onto the shore while a dozen men in dirty rubber boots...

Alice watched Gary spread jelly on his toast and wanted to scream. She wanted to smear the jelly on his face and stuff it into his...

Jerry refused to take off his robe after the ceremony ended. I paid for this he said, actually stomping his foot in protest. A week later...

Today? Yes. Tomorrow? No. Now? Now.

God? Yes? Did you actually respond? Yes. I...didn't think. That's okay.

Joan loaded her bag into the taxi. Never again. Maybe.

Holler rubbed his hand gently across the back of his skull. Like a sponge taking on water, he could already feel his brain expanding. His...

Writing is work. Sometimes it's fun and flows and others days it's like pulling teeth. There is no way around that. I have to show up and...