When I was 6ish years old, I wrote my first piece. A small work about 7 sentences, it was something to do with the life and times of pigs. My next work, the life and times of mice. The next the life and times of chipmunks. You see where this is going.
It is no surprise that as an adult I write a weekly pet column for our small town’s newspaper and on occasion contribute to the San Francisco Chronicle and National Public Radio chronicling primarily dog issues. My first novel is in fact entitled Canines for Christ.
And while the book that I wrote that just came out is not about dogs at all, it would’ve been if I could’ve worked dogs into the theme of the Holocaust. I have been fortunate to know that I wanted to be a writer my entire life and so I have had opportunities to write for tv, for documentaries, for the radio and to generally fool around with words in all sorts of ways. But if it weren’t for money, I would only ever have written novels. Probably novels that involved dogs.