I Would Never Write A Memoir, Because

I Am, After All, A Thriller Writer. I Routinely Delve Into The Darkest Chambers Of The Human Heart. I've Written About Murder, Kidnapping, Depravity, Horror, Violence, And Disfigurement.

Amazing What We Can Self-rationalize When We Really Want Something

Sure, On A Larger Scale, It Was Healthy To Have People Out There You Cared About More Than Yourself. She Knew That. But Then There Was The Abject Fear You Would Lose It. They Say Possessions Own You. Not So. Loved Ones Own You. You Are Forever Held Hostage Once You Care So Much.

My House Has Too Many Distractions. There's The Email. There's Checking My Amazon Ranking. I Know I'm The Only Author Who's Ever Done That, Ever. There's The Fax. Too Many Distractions. I Like To Go Out And Write.

But Sometimes, Maybe Most Times, It Isn't That Clear. It Is Dark And You Are Near The Edge Of A Cliff, But You're Moving Slowly, Not Sure Which Direction You're Heading In. Your Steps Are Tentative But They Are Still Blind In The Night. You Don't Realize How Close You Are To The Edge, How The Soft Earth Could Give Away, How You Could Just Slip A Bit And Suddenly Plunge Into The Dark.