I published my first novel, Ignorance is Bliss, after I'd been making movies for decades and was in the habit of thinking visually for the screen. I knew that writing a novel would impose a different set of rules to be followed, broken or ignored entirely. Whereas a film is intended to be consumed within a relatively short period--ninety to a hundred and twenty minutes--a novel represents a way of passing time though not at the expense of making the reader wanting to turn the page in anticipation of what is coming next. One thing I teach actors is that the audience will remember what they didn't expect to see--I try to incorporate this dictate in my writing.

Here is an extract from Ignorance is Bliss:

Normally, Martin thought of walking distance as about three puffs on a cigarette. Any more than that and you'd gone too far. Nevertheless, he was into his second Pall Mall before it dawned on him that his car was either lost or stolen. The idea shocked him. The car, a 1959 Cadillac Sedan de Ville bearing Congressional plates, was not the sort of vehicle thieves would find enticing. In fact, nobody that knew him seemed to understand Martin's attachment to the relic. And, of course, he never bothered to explain that the first grown woman he'd ever seen naked drove such a car. Most people would likely see that as some sort of retrograde fixation, Martin being only thirteen at the time. She had been a friend of his mother and she drove a black-on-black convertible. The closest Martin could come to that had been the rose-colored Sedan de Ville.