From the Author
My interests are varied as far as the framework for a story or the era in which the characters act out their roles is concerned, but there is a constant about my work as well. That is the emotional depth of feeling and intensity of purpose of the main characters. I'm fascinated by peoples' personalities and forever curious about how different people came to behave the way they did and think about things and other people the way they do.
A story that sheds a fresh perspective on a possibly misplaced common perception, or that reveals something about the future by an explanation of why past behaviors were what they were is a journey I like to take with my readers. I try to feel what my characters feel in mystories. In fact, sometimes I cry when I write about sad things, and sometimes I cry happy cries when I write about things that relieve a character fromstresses or something bad. I also feel a terrible sadness for my bad boy and bad girl characters because they can't help themselves from being bad. When mycharacters fall in love, I try to put into their minds the same feelings I think I would have if I were them.
In The Secret and the Butterfly I try to bring out the manipulative personality of David by showing how he expertly selects his victims, uses people and mocks social norms. His vacuous personality, his total absence of empathy for others, is something he sadly developed to protect himself from life. He is the all time top bad boy of all bad boys, ever. No, he doesn't get into bar fights, nor does he display an angry temper. He doesn't rape women or commit arson or rob banks and convenience stores. Nope, none of that stuff! What he does is far worse and his crime plots are beyond sinister.
I especially feel great sympathy and empathy for the Marty character, for it is very hard to overcome abandonment as a child and become successful in the male dominated financial world. But by being the world's naughtiest, most immoral, unabashedly iniquitous femme fatale, Marty masters mixing it with the boys. When I wrote about her character I put myself into the shoes of my own mother and all she went through in her own difficult life, although Mother never resorted to prostitution.
Bob, the little boy who was beaten to within an inch of his life, is another character I have tremendous empathy for. Without Arlene, I am certain his character would have become a delinquent. I knew such a boy and his mother while growing up.That boy is now a successful man, but life was never easy for him. Well, I could go on and on about my lesser characters like Nurse Arlene, who fell in love with little Bobby but who couldn't understand her own feelings until her rabbi explained them to her; but that's enough.
I mention my characters because my own life is pretty dull. I'm just a soft hearted emotional bundle who tries to understand people and see some goodness in everyone. I release my feelings and my moods throughmy characters and I love every one of them.
It's hard to explain what inspires me to write. It's more because I enjoy doing it than anything else. I get to thinking about someone I knew or read about or heard about and then a story takes form. Some mornings when I wake up there are thoughts about one or more of my characters swirling through my mind and I hurry to write those thoughts down because they are the very best outlets to express the story. Somehow they bubble up from the sub-conscious. Likely the mind is more miraculous than any of us realize. Writing is a way for me to give to others by releasing my feelings. I'm always hopeful that my work will help someone gain a perspective they didn't have before or someone will better understand a person they couldn't understand before.
About the Author
I have a huge fan of my writings and he gives me lots of recognition. Bud leaves his decapitated mouse bodies on my porch steps. I can't swear that Bud's mouse parts awards are only for my writing, but I believe they must be! I know of no one else who's ever received an award from Bud. To be completely honest, Bud never actually said that he gives me mouse parts for my writing. I wish he didn't constantly shower me with awards, but I can't break him of that. I suppose he thinks by bringing me his messy little gifts he's encouraging me to continue writing. That must be Bud's way of showing love and appreciation. He's a cat!
In the evenings I like to write my first drafts in pencil by an oil lamp. There's something special about thought processes that take place when I'm alone with my lamp, my pencil, the wonderful silence and Bud. He loves to walk on my draft paper or lie down and stretch himself out on it. That's his goofy way of telling me he needs my attention.Then I hold him close to me like he's a little baby and give him gentle hug rubs until he purrs. That's how I know he's happy and feeling healthy. He goes "purr, purr, purr, purr." The rubs help him slip into cat dream world, I guess. My place is always clean, except for when Bud leaves a fur ball. He can't help himself when he does that. He's a cat!