My name is B.R.Stateham. I am a seventy-four year old kid who never grew up. I write dark noir police-procedural and even darker fantasy sci/fi. And although I look like a second-cousin to Frankenstein, really, I'm just as stubborn.Over the years I've tried to do two things with my writing. First, to clarify and make more visual my imagination as transcribed onto the written page. I'm not a fan of the 'bare bones' approach to writing fiction. Just telling a starkly plain story with no visual cues to stir up the reader's imagination, seems to be something akin to a scam perpetrated onto the reader. The balance between too much imagination versus too little is a battle that is always constant in a writer's efforts. But, as in almost everything else, years of experience helps tremendously in finding that balance.Secondly, telling a story with short, clear sentence structures is another nut to crack for any writer. The natural tendency for a writer is to write long, meandering complex-compound sentences that stretches on forever and seemingly never end (like maybe, this one?). Too long a sentence and the reader becomes lost. Too little in a sentence, or too stark in its construction, the reader is like a man in a small boat out on a storm-tossed sea bobbing up and down and distinctly ill at ease.Well . . . so much for a writer's woes.I plan to keep on writing that which I love to read. Since I can't find the style of writing I like to read--I might as well as write it. Maybe you might find that you like this particular style as well. Who knows? Stranger things have happened.Read more about this authorRead less about this author