I am a lover of books — these treasures that stack up endlessly before us, each one asking to be read. I've been dreaming up stories and putting pen to paper since I learned to write the alphabet. It is an affliction, to say the least. Like any obsession, it is exceedingly difficult to quit. I gave up giving up a long time ago.

I began my first novel twenty-five years ago, after my first grown-up adventure: a trip to San Francisco. I fell in love with the city. The night I returned, I dreamed the entire plot to, "Where the Deer Dwell." It was a work in process for those many years until it was published in 2012. I vowed that I would not continue my writing career without finishing what I set out to do all those years ago. "Paradox Love," c