Many years ago I met a reader who told me a story about one of my own books. My first novel “The Tattooed Soldier” was new then, having recently been published by a small house in upstate New York. I was just coming to terms, then, with the bitter truth that I’d never get rich writing books. But thanks to that one reader, I understood why I had to keep on writing. I haven’t stopped since.
Read Full Article »
