The author, when not writing, hunts for shadows in the hard light, has conversations with cats, catalogs his library of books, and collects marbles (he may be missing a few). He has a deep, deep distrust of vinegar and capital letters, loves brandy and peanuts, and avoids all foreign languages. He maintains he has little talent for music but wrote the lyrics to several successful songs. He spends his days happily caring for his children and his nights penning prose for his upcoming book. He lives in Ireland.
