The Improver
I killed somebody today. Not the victim I originally targeted, but things seem to be working out better this way. Before you call the cops, I should confess: I’m working on Book #3 of my… Read More »The Improver
I killed somebody today. Not the victim I originally targeted, but things seem to be working out better this way. Before you call the cops, I should confess: I’m working on Book #3 of my… Read More »The Improver
“I couldn’t put your book down! It kept me up all night reading!” Those words are candy to a novelist. To know that we’ve kept our readers engaged and entertained is career-affirming, and a great… Read More »How to Keep ‘Em in Suspense, Part 2
Dickie George was his name, my first imaginary friend. As the only four-year-old among an extended family of grown-ups, I suppose it was the easiest way to have a same-age playmate anytime I wanted an adventure. At the dinner table, I would relate the exploits of Dickie George to my Mom and Dad, Grandma and Grandpa, and teen-age aunt, and enjoy their seemingly complete suspension of disbelief. To me, there was no doubt that he was a real person, a boy who did amazing things.Read More »Imaginary Friends