Come on by to the second BooksNJ, which is happening on Saturday, June 12, at the Paramus Public Library. I’ll be on the panel Life on the Turnpike with John Hilferty, Jon Michaud, and Pamela Redmond Satran between 2 and 2:45pm. There are over 100 authors at the event, so it should be a pretty good time. The event runs from 1-5pm.
[PDF: full schedule]


For the last month, I could see the end, that moment when I’d write the last sentence of my second novel. I imagined there would be exaltation, relief, a supreme sense of satisfaction rolled into that single keystroke when I’d tap the period and put an end to this work that began on August 11, 2002.
It starts with the words His father was against the idea, and it ends with and so was he. In between, there are about 121K words, three parts, 26 chapters plus an epilogue.




Sunday night, I was sitting at our dining room table, half watching the football game between the Manning brothers and wholly reading James Dickey’s Deliverance. It was about ten o’clock, and the moon was out, and there was enough light from the kitchen window to cast a shadow on something odd on the floor.