It's round on the ends and high in the middle: Ohio. I'm influenced by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. Carl Hiaasen, and Tom Robbins. Because I also write plays, songs and poetry, it feels natural to me to combine them in my novels.

In high school, my English teacher, Ms. Whatsername, said I wrote a great journal (poems) and that she enjoyed reading it. That's all the encouragement I needed: there was no stopping me since then. The progression was as follows: poetry lead to song writing, acting and improvisation to play writing, combining the two lead to several musicals for my students and retirement gave me time to write books about Improv Theatre, Poetry writing, and two novels.

A failed rapper/ cyber geek, recently divorced (set free), living with his parents in his basement Man Cave, moonlights as a private detective. Given the ultimatum to seek help or move out, Joe Freedom (our hero) begins seeing a therapist, Ms. Vanna Fox (who lives up to her name) and over several sessions, they fall in love. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Joe takes on a case to locate a professor's daughter, a college art major who has gone missing (and doesn't want to be found). The writing jumps from play to prose and poetry with a humorous tone and lustful overtones.

That's the freedom and opportunity the internet provides. Power to the people. Prose for the people. Play writing, poetry and prose, so it goes.

It's fun for me. You just begin and let the writing take you to places you didn't know you'd go. There are often surprises. Sometimes you get lucky.

Kurt Vonnegut Jr's "Cats Cradle." Now here was an author who did things differently and I like 'different.' That's why the love scenes in "HD" contain no specifics but lots of implied fun.

Perhaps Joe Freedom and Vanna Fox will be given a new case, one where they are being 'investigated' while trying to solve a mystery. Love will blossom, deepen, and get funnier.

Memory fails me. Guess my brain is full. I read recently that short term memory can lead to marijuana loss.

I like to write in the early morning hours when it's quiet. I need to hear how the words sound in my head. I usually have a scene in mind but don't follow an outline or notes. I prefer to let it flow and see where it takes me. I am often surprised, though I am easily surprised.

My desk holds our computer which is a Godsend when it comes to writing. I would kiss the person who developed the word processor (as long as it's a woman and she's 'hot'). Out the window are tropical plants and towering mountains. My ice water is ever present to my right. To my left is a table stacked with books, writing projects and a mad hatters hat. The fan is on. Life is good.

We shall see, won't we?

They are the sugar in my coffee. Sweet. Royalties would be the cream.

"Jesse, Son of God" has a fictionalized framework where the Devil bets God if He had another son, and didn't tell him he was the son of God, that he couldn't find God with a map. The rest is based on true life experiences and the times I was close to God or easily distracted by sex, drugs and music.

A sincere desire to keep on breathing.

I teach poetry in prison settings, help care for the grand-kids, and fight back the jungle here at our country estate tucked away in the Hawaiian rain forest.

Any one I hope to possess someday, paid for by my book royalties.

Giving them away. Sorry you have to pay, now.

Ready.

I'll let you know.

Art. Long live art.

Why do you ask?

I want peace on earth, to live in harmony with nature, and to love all mankind or woman kind, but not just any kind. You figure it out.

How can you tell?

Like a mushroom, I'm a fungi (fun guy).