The Full Story
About Ed
I started writing at 75. Not because I had a plan, but because I was fed up with the books I was buying.
Too flowery. Too predictable. And vampires that all came from the same mold, immortal, dramatic, probably wearing a cape.
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I'm now in my eighties, writing my fourth novel. I still don't fully understand the difference between a noun and a verb. I've never let that stop me.
I opened a blank page and started writing. No outline, no plot notes, no list of characters. Two years later I had a novel. I didn't tell anyone I'd written it for another year. Then I told my wife. She read it cover to cover and loved it, and vampire fiction is not her genre.
That first book became the prequel in The Newmark Series.
My vampires are nothing like the ones you've seen before. They have beating hearts. They eat regular food. They get hangovers. No coffins. No bursting into flames. Just people who stopped aging, trying to live quietly in a world that doesn't know they exist.
The stories themselves draw on a life that's been anything but quiet. I served in Army Intelligence. I spent years as a private investigator. I worked as a court-appointed advocate for children stuck in the foster system, and that experience got under my skin and found its way directly into the second book.