I heard you nearly gave a woman a heart attack with your writing. What was that all about?
|Black Irish Blarney on the beach|
What's next for ace detective Charlie Byrne?
I kind of bounce back and forth with Charlie stories. Last year I wrote a novel with him falling down his deepest hole yet, but I don't know exactly what to do with it. Crimefactory is serializing a longer piece called "The Blues Before and After" and part two will be coming in issue CF#3. It's funny. I also want to know what's next for Charlie because he's become so real for me. I worry about him a lot. He has this buried rage we haven't seen yet, this madness.
For those who don't know, who is Steve McQueen?
Steve McQueen is everything that is cool. To quote the film "The Tao of Steve"..."Steve McQueen. Y'know, he's the guy on his horse, the guy alone. He has his own code of honor, his own code of ethics, his own rules of living, man. He never, ever tries to impress the women but he always gets the girl." For the slow learners let's roll the tape.
Why are so many people down on New Jersey and is it deserved?
Here's a big secret--people from Jersey actually like it when outsiders sling their "what exit?" jokes and misconceptions. It thins the herd, so to speak. Just ask Dave White, he can go on for hours and hours about Garden State pride. Personally, I get a kick out of showing people the cool things about New Jersey. The quirkiness, characters, and great food. They blink with childish wonder that Jersey isn't what you see at the airport. It's a beautiful, complex place...warts and all. Now, turn around and go home.
You recently had a near death experience. How has that changed you?
I think the incident you’re referring to occurred last summer while out sailing on the Chesapeake with friends. It was wicked hot and an old mentor and close friend of mine who’d recently been diagnosed with the glacially slow type of ALS dove off the stern. Now, this is a man who has been powerfully strong his entire life—a former Marine—and immediately I knew something was wrong. Even though it was a pretty calm day the Chesapeake’s switchback currents and treacherous tidal rips are capable of defeating even the strongest of swimmers. I’m trained as a lifeguard, and I flew in after him. Even though my friend was good all day, as soon as he hit the water he couldn’t speak or move his limbs. Even now what I remember distinctly is the terror in his eyes. I stayed with him. Still under way, it took some time for my wife to navigate back for us. No one on board even realized we were in trouble until we struggled to climb aboard. The whole incident shook me to the core. To be perfectly honest, I think I even cried a little. Anyway, it just reaffirmed for me what everybody knows but never likes to dwell on, the fact that every single day, every one of us…we tread the edge of grief and loss. You can't live in fear. Like my friend who I helped rescue always says—life is precious. Go out and get some.
|Kieran makes an appearance in the upcoming Thuglit antho|
How does a husband and father of two find the time to write.
I gave up on writing years ago. It was only after my wife told someone at a cocktail party that I wrote a little fiction that I picked it up again. I've been fortunate that she grants me the time. Typically I can carve off maybe two or three hours a day in the morning to write because I'm an early riser. Scary early actually. Amish early.
What's your favorite curse or curse word, and why?
Favorite curse word, huh? Getting your James Lipton groove on, are you? There's so many. Right now I like "ass clown" because recently one of my brothers said my Dad referred to me as such. It just cracked me up, mixing the profane with the classic brain-stain image of a clown. I always hear carnival organ music when I say it.