When I was in eleventh grade, I sat directly in front of my friend, Ed, in physics class. Neither of us was particularly interested in learning about gravitational pull, so at some point we got in the habit of using that time to write screenplays for movies that we knew, deep down, would never be filmed. I believe the first script we wrote together was called Indiana Foote and the Temple of Booyah.


It was epic.


We would take turns: one of us would write a scene, then pass it to the other when our teacher wasn’t looking. It was a lot of fun hearing a stifled giggle behind me as Ed tried to circumspectly read what I had written, and then a few minutes later, trying to hide my own laughs at what Ed had added in response. That was around the time that I learned just how much fun writing could be.

Fast forward to college, and then law school, and then a decade spent as a commercial litigator on Long Island. Litigating didn’t really scratch any of my creative itches, but it generally took up so much time, and robbed me of so much energy, that the thought of writing a novel was not remotely on my radar during those years. Only after I changed jobs in 2015 and reclaimed at least some portion of my life did I finally have the freedom to revisit those creative impulses that had been hibernating somewhere within me. That was around the time I started my first novel, Questions of Perspective, which (somewhat predictably I suppose) spent some time in the early chapters bemoaning the state of being trapped in a job that does not afford you the freedom to pursue what you really love to do. I found it to be quite cathartic!


Now, during the day, I’m working as in-house counsel to a big insurance company, but I still have the time and energy outside of that job to write some stories. It’s a balance that I’ve spent years trying to attain. 

Thank you for checking out this site and, hopefully, Questions of Perspective. And I have a lot more stories to tell, so I hope you’ll be back for those as well.