Premise: There is entirely too much detail and description in prose; much more than in life. When you walk in and out of a room in life you remember only a very small collection of things. Usually by the time you leave a room you are trying to remember something that happened in the previous [...]

What follows is a letter I wrote to a friend about what art means to me in a changing world and why to pursue it even when there is no sustainable future in it: I’m probably the last guy to ask for advice. I don’t see the glass as half empty or half full. I [...]

In Book Two of the Tales of Dunham series, Moriah Jovan confirms that she intends to stay just enough out of genre to confuse everyone. Having read both books, I would call them either (Insert your qualifier here)-Romance Novels or Mormon Bodice Rippers. The good news for a manly man like me is that the [...]

Neither an English major nor a reader of Joyce Carol Oates and not having spent a day at a writers’ workshop in Iowa, would someone please explain to me why the modest adverb is anathema to the educated class. I ask this humbly.

A very smart computer programmer tries to write the formula for love, in my first book, Do the Math: a novel of the inevitable. He’s working on an ancient piece of IBM iron in the basement of a freezing college campus building. Yet despite the many yards of green bar paper that the machine spews [...]