Before becoming a full-time writer, I was a trial lawyer with the mammoth, filthy rich international law firm of Morgan, Lewis & Bockius, where I did not even pretend to know all my partners’ names. I specialized in “complex litigation,” cases so abstruse that even lawyers charging 500 bucks an hour didn’t fully understand them. I tried hundreds of cases and handled appeals at every level, including the Supreme Court. Along the way, I filed expense accounts nearly as creative as my legal briefs.
I enjoy writing more than lawyering because I no longer keep time sheets and I work in my underwear. I live in the hills of Southern California, which are populated by coyotes and snakes, and I don’t mean just the Hollywood agents.