Because I disliked selling my books so much; telling people how good my books are, how talented I am, why they should read them; felt like I was selling myself short and didn’t feel good about myself. So, I made little effort to sell my books.

Meanwhile, I published eight novels to very good, even great reviews. And the point of writing them and publishing them was to share my thoughts and feelings with others, to generate feedback, to learn even more about myself and the world through contact with my readership.

But I screwed around with this paradox for many years: reaching out and shutting myself down simultaneously.

But time is now of an essence, if only because these times have become so challenging politically, if not existentially, the response to the dreaded virus has become such a fiasco. As a covid survivor, I know this all-too-well.

And so, I am entering the book business—finally—because I have something to say, something to add, and I want to fight back against all the inanity. As a result, I redid my website, which is pretty cool, created a commercial Facebook page and I will present myself on Instagram—as a writer with talent and depth.

Not the best writer in the world, still too much Bronx in me to be in love with the English language, but still better than most authors who supposedly mastered the art, but not the perspective, because they have no fucking depth.

I got depth, maybe because I grew up in The Bronx, in the street, and because I went overland to India after college and spent a few years east-of logic. I lived the life and took the risks because I wanted to learn about life the hard way—still nothing like being young and dumb, best teacher I ever had!

As a result, my books will make you think about things you never thought about before (hopefully), make you dream a different dream, and question reality.

Which brings me to my first salient point, which is: The Ethics of Evolution.

Interested?

You will like my books if you are interested—especially The Astral Imperative series.

Can violence be rationalized for the sake of advancement? Already happened during the past few million years: eat or be eaten. And may happen again on our voyage to the stars.

How many people will die in an effort to explore and colonize Mars?

Many from self-sacrifice, many more from every reason under our sun including greed, entitlement, stupidity and so many more insidious things you will have to read the books to find out, to recognize yourself in the myriad madness of our own becoming.

Are you any better or even different from the first fish that crawled onto the sand looking for food, found a crab and preyed on it because you were running out of food? Or because a bigger fish was looking to have you for dinner?

Are you any better or even different than the first hungry guy who killed another hungry guy for his food in some raunchy cave in bum-fuck-Idaho?

Imagine putting your own life on the evolutionary line: Would you eat your crewmate’s toe to survive? Would you eat your own toe?

Read Astral; See Future.

Meanwhile, I’d also like to talk to younger people about this stuff so they can know what they’re getting into; what may be demanded of them when the next stiffening, cool breeze howls across the Earth whispering, the end is near.