When I was in grade school, I doodled. When I went to junior high, I painted. In high school, sadly, I did nothing but watch television. Now, as an adult, my medium for expressing myself is through writing.

I had long had ideas for stories, but I lacked the motivation to put any of them down on paper. At first, I joined up with a writer's workshop, and it provided the necessary discipline to get me to start writing. But after the classes were over, my structure was gone. I had only my own discipline to rely on, and like most people, I let myself get away with everything.

Fortunately, some of my classmates felt the same way. We decided we wanted to keep up with the regular structure of the critiques, without having to pay money for a class. Thus was born my first writer's group, which lasted a number of years, the membership changing over time. Regretfully, the group came to an end as a result of serious personality conflicts. But that's a story in of itself.

Over the past year, I became involved in a new group, the Tribe of Scribes, which adopted an even more rigorous schedule and structure, and its still going strong. Through the help of my fellow writers, I'm putting together my novel, with plans to eventually submit it for publishing.

By the way, every one of these stories are copywritten, so don't even think of stealing them!

  • In Transit- This is the first story that I wrote for my writer's group. As someone raised in New Jersey, I set out to create a little thought experiment as to what the New Jersey Turnpike would look like in another twenty-five years or so. At the time, I was commuting to work into Manhattan, so I managed to absorb the scenery pretty thoroughly. It was also a strong motivation for my move to New York.

  • The Appointment - Not quite science fiction, not quite horror. I would describe this tale as more of a psychological suspense thriller. It represents the anxiety everyone feels whenever they have to visit the doctor or a therapist. Read on and see.

  • The City - The opening scene for an unfinished novel I had in mind. I may, one day, revisit this strange lurid world of dreams that I created on a dark and stormy night...

  • Yes, Mrs. Mendelbaum - This story was inspired by my own grandmother, and the long, ugly process my own mother went through to find for her a live-in caregiver. I thought it might be fun to fast forward the process to see how such a plight would be handled in the near future. All I have to say is that the sins of the grandmothers are quickly visited upon the mothers. Nuff said.

  • Trophies - An attempt at both worldbuilding and a sly jab in the face at political correctness. Warning, this is not for the faint of heart or members of PETA!

  • Monsters - One of my favorites, and a well, received story with my writer's group. I wanted to challenge myself on this one by writing a narrator very different from myself, while at the same time creating a horror story that was 'heartwarming' at the same time. You be the judge.

  • Children of the Night - Short, but to the point. Another SF/Horror piece, I may decide to expand upon it in the near future. Needless to say, in space, no one can hear you moan and bitch...

  • Webfall (outline)- The outline and background notes for another novel idea I'm currently working on. A futuristic tale of science run amok, faith, politics, humanity, and redemption. Not to mention some way cool visuals. I hope to be able to work on more of this story in the near future. Someone suggested this might potentially be made into a screenplay. Who knows?