When it comes to writing, I’m a late bloomer. Very late, actually. For 25 years, I was happy as a visual artist. Then suddenly, six years ago, the urge to write came knocking. I opened the door—foolish me—and ever since, every day, I’ve been writing, writing, writing. . .with the only end in sight, dementia or the shroud.                  

      

I’m hooked. Addicted.

Now my job is to addict you, the reader. 

      

OK, that’s hyperbole. How about “pique your interest?” It’s a daunting task, considering everything else that’s coming at you. But I’ve primed my writing style for that challenge. Adventure, romance, suspense—these are the key ingredients in my quest for your attention. 

      

So far, I’m the author of the Light at the End of the Trail—a two-part memoir documenting my wild and wooly existence—and two novels, Ends of the Earth, and Kings Canyon. Other novels lie stacked and waiting. 

      

But none of this makes me much money. I earn my living as a professor of photography at Le Moyne College in Syracuse, NY.