Author. Thinker. Storyteller.
People often ask me how I manage to juggle a busy law practice and writing books.
Simple - I’m a writer. Writers make sense of the world around them by writing about it. My fingers start to itch if I go more than a couple years without starting a new book, but in between books, I’m almost always working on one small project or another.
I'm lucky. My law practice requires an enormous amount of writing - thousands of pages a year. But I don’t stop when I leave the office. I couldn’t if I wanted to.
I don't remember a time when I didn't write. Some of my earliest memories are of borrowing my parents' light brown electric typewriter (yes, we had electric typewriters back then, I'm not that old, now hush), dragging it back to my bedroom and writing bad detective stories. Which - ya gotta love childish optimism - I submitted for magazine publication, um . . . without success.
“I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots as a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, 'Fie upon this quiet life! I want work.”