It looks like I'm peering around the page saying that, right? Really, I'm peering around my kid's head. Crop-crop.
In my last life, I worked as a business journalist for Boston-based newspapers. Instead of waiting for the Fed to release the Beige Book, I pitched story ideas along the lines of Stigmatized Properties: When Murder Kills Property Values. That sort of thing. You can see where this is going.
I also worked for a major research university helping Nobel laureates, Pulitzer Prize winners, and MacArthur fellows fund their research. It was like being a professional student without having to declare a major. And getting paid for it.
Much of my material comes from a childhood fascination with Catholic saints and acts of martyrdom. For the summer of 1978, The Little Catholic Book of Saints became my handbook for living. I prayed, was kind to animals, and walked around looking peaceful. There's a reason those saints rarely made it past the age of 20. I believe the lure of committing a grand and heroic act peaks in young adulthood, and it's worth exploring.
Or maybe I'm just drawn to the spiritually lurid. Either way.
Check here for updates on my novel, Rabbit Rabbit (working title), as well as links to my short stories, essays, flash and microfiction.
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