Birthday Wave

The morning sun was just a hint of light shining through the tropical mist when the Buddha-bellied old man paddled up. I was immediately terrified of him because he was a local, or at least he looked the part. He sat hunched over his longboard, wearing a meaty-lipped...

HOW NOT TO WRITE A BOOK

In a few months, my new novel Going Over the Falls will be published. The story idea came to me on my honeymoon, and the first draft was terrible (the honeymoon was amazing). Over the next fifteen years, I attempted to rewrite, back-burner, forget, revise, and in...

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