I could write historical fiction, or science fiction, or a mystery but since I find it fascinating to research the clues of some little know period and develop a story based on that, I will probably continue to do it.

The other mammoths were as protective of the dying as they were of newborns, and they gathered around tying to make the fallen one get up. When all was over, they buried the dead ancestor under piles of dirt, grass, leaves, or snow. Mammoths were even known to bury other dead animals, including humans.

The idea led me into the research, which continues to give me more ideas for the story.

Life sometimes gets in the way of writing.

Illness and accidents were mysterious manifestations of the war of the spirits, fought on the battleground of the body.

I think of my books as mainstream and that's were most people who read them look for them in book stores.

Life is neither static nor unchanging. With no individuality, there can be no change, no adaptation and, in an inherently changing world, any species unable to adapt is also doomed.