There are times when I feel like I can identify with Homer every day. Doing this job involves a lot of things besides writing. I do my own promo stuff and everything else connected with the business of being a writer, so despite my best intentions I manage to goober up something. Recently I put out the word that I'd posted an excerpt from my upcoming book, Home By Nightfall, on my website. Today I received an e-mail from an understandably confused reader who read Home By Morning and said she couldn't find that excerpt anywhere in the book. I suppose that was because I forgot to change the title at the top of the web page. I have since fixed that error and you can find the same excerpt right here.
. . . and my work. I am a self-employed working novelist, with 15 books published over the last 25 years, some in German, Italian, Norwegian, and Spanish.
I live in the Pacific Northwest near the Columbia River, still within 10 miles of my old high school. I have a cat, a finch, two dogs, and three chickens who all seem to want to be in my small office while I'm trying to work (except the chickens, although they'd be thrilled to get into the house if I let them). Getting up to step around them is like maneuvering an obstacle course, but they are my children and so dear to me. My hours are kind of goofy--I'm just not a morning person and tend to be up late when the rest of the world is sleeping--and QUIET. No phones, faxes, distractions. Just the kids and me, candles burning, and the elevator music coming out of my CD player.
Before I made the leap to full-time writer, I spent about 12 years working for consulting civil engineers. Riprap, anyone? How about a nice detention pond?