writes literary and speculative fiction, with occasional plays and film scripts thrown in for good measure.
About this image:
A few years ago I was working on a movie in Indonesia. What began as a scheduled 9-day shoot in November crept into extra weeks and then extra months. Over Christmas there was a mix-up and I wound up alone on the island of Batam for several weeks, separated from friends, family, or other members of the film production. I was injured and all I could really do was sleep, eat, and sit on my balcony looking out to this jetty, watching the water move and the weather change. Since 2005, I had been scrambling to pull everything together after the disaster of Hurricane Katrina. I was recovering from financial catastrophe and forging a path in a new industry. By the time I wound up on this movie in Indonesia, I hadn’t written in several years. But once I was trapped at Turi Beach without transportation, money, or physical health, everything stopped. Hours passed, then days, and as I sat looking out over the South China Sea, at last, I started writing. I’ve kept this image in my mind since as a talisman for the mystery and imagination that lead to story.