Since back in the sixties, in Mr. Masterson’s high school English class, I promised myself one day I would write a book. Recently, I retired from a career in the construction industry and no longer had any excuses for not completing that goal. Transforming that desire into black ink became a lesson I didn’t learn in English class. I was taught there were two kinds of writing, fiction and non-fiction. That was wrong. Hemingway said, "The only kind of writing is rewriting." In the case of Smoke, a keyboard and printer expired in giving birth. I hope everyone enjoys the reading this rewritten book as much as I did writing it.
Also, I am following in the footsteps of my brother Matthew and my sister Alice. Matt has authored three wonderful military - mystery novels. And... my sister Alice, has a website offering the short stories of Kate Simon. They are an inspiration.