As a kid, I read a lot, played in tobacco barns, swam in the river when the jellyfish weren’t too thick, and learned violin and guitar. When you live in a county with just one stoplight, you learn how to entertain yourself. Yes, I’ve been bitten by a water moccasin, but fortunately not by an alligator. I grew up in rural eastern North Carolina by a swampy creek on the Neuse River. Those stories, I suppose, were the beginnings of my first novel, The Nine Pound Hammer. My grandfather hopped trains all over the country in his “hobo days” and filled my head with curious stories of America’s lost past. From the author website I’ve always been fascinated by trains.
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