EVERYTHING IS FICTION
I'm your typical writer. A retired software developer, I live in the woods with seventeen cats, every back issue of Cosmopolitan Magazine since September 1965, and a framed autographed photo of Phyllis Diller.
Divorced, I swear I'm not bitter about my husband running off with a younger woman, who used to be a man.
And I fictionate. Fictionate like a rug. (The photo of Phyllis Diller isn't autographed.) But I channel my mendacity into my novels, into the pretend world where we all like to live.
When I'm not fictionating, I'll tell you I'm a southpaw who loves jazz and classic movies and sing standards to my heart's content in the car, shower, and canned vegetable aisle (part of that was fiction). My first president came sometime after Coolidge and my first husband was a jerk. I prefer fake plants to real ones and live birds to stuffed ones. My philosophyif it's not worth doing twice, it's not worth doing at allhas saved me from jumping off more than one expansion bridge. All in all, I'm your run-of-the-mill, 21st-century optimistic cynic.