I’ve been a writer of one kind or another for most of my life. My first gig was knocking out news for radio stations in Ann Arbor, Michigan. After a few bumps in the road (including driving a cab and spinning Muzak records), I became a reporter and editor for the Voice of America, broadcasting all over the world. That’s me in front of the helicopter during a European trip.
I began pursuing my passion for fiction with A New Grateful Nation, a war story that hinges on a #MeToo incident and was published before the term was invented. My work has appeared in a variety of journals and online magazines: Close To the Bone, the Birmingham Arts Journal, the Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Flora Fiction, and the Red Fez.
I’m grateful to my parents for sparking my interest in reading and introducing me to The New Yorker in all its greatness. My heroes include Roddy Doyle, Ann Tyler, Lauren Groff, Carl Hiaasen, Hemingway, and John Le Carré. I found inspiration for my upcoming novel “Back Beach Blues” on the Florida Panhandle once I figured out that the South is more hospitable to authors than my previous homes Up North.
In addition to writing fiction, I work as a free-lance editor and communicator. I blog about the pandemic, proper language and grammar (or “How Two Right Good English”), baldness, even sexbots. I live with my wife Janet, who’s also my muse and grammar guru, in Atlanta, where I belong to the Atlanta Writers Club.
The way to write is well, and how is your own business. Nothing else on the subject makes sense.A. J. Liebling