I’m a journalist by trade, a writer by providence. I’m 53 and settled, married to Connie Corbett Powers for 27 years, now finally with our three grown kids out of the house. We’re still madly in love, living in an Orlando neighborhood with lots of big trees and lots of cops as neighbors. Assuming the worst is over, my mid-life crisis was pretty mild. I rediscovered my love for rock and blues, grew my hair long and took to wearing hats. And I’ve renewed my lifelong destiny to write novels.