Chris Bocchi

noreply@blogger.com (SterlingHouse - Production) — Thu, 22 Mar 2007 18:52:00 +0000

Everyone likes a good mystery. I knew this as a child the first time I read a Ray Chandler novel... the first time I saw a Perry mason episode...the first time a classmate hid my gym clothes and i had to search the entire locker room looking for them. (Well, I guess i didn't like that, but it certainly held my attention.) Still, i never had any aspirations for writing a mystery novel until one night when I ate far too much French onion soup.

Now, people have their own reasons for writing mysteries; some love the genre, and other may have been inspired by a single book or series or writer. But what made me write Tears from a Glass Eye was a dream. Actually, a sprawling network of dreams, ignited by that damn soup. The dreams may have lasted all night...or thirty seconds, for all I know. When i woke up, I immediately jotted down the bizarre images, and I figured that was that. But my dreams of a one-eyed investigator searching for his own wife, believed dead, would not let me be, even a year after the dream had passed. I studied writing, and, at the urging of a friend, I condensed those dreams into Tears from a Glass Eye.