Author Archives: David William Pearce

This oft asked question is reliably put to any established or aspiring author: why write? To which I answer: Why not? Now that I’ve answered that question with a pithy remark, here’s a better answer: Writing, to me, is the manner in which I reconcile the world around me. Shit happens and I find itContinue reading “Why Write?”

Moses is Monk’s father, who, along with the Mackinaw brothers founded the commune where Monk grew up. Moses and Monk do not see eye to eye on many things. This is from earlier in Monk’s life, when he was young and still living on the farm. “Take it in your hand, take hold of it.”Continue reading “Moses and the Soil”

Book series with a reoccuring main character in the thriller/mystery/crime genre generally revolve around two types: the evolving character and the static character. The evolving character starts and grows, one hopes, over the course of the series, where the other is known only to a slight degree, meaning some background, but that’s all, and isContinue reading “Main Character, Too Much? Too Little?”

Monk’s job is as a courier/go-between/contact man for the law firm Aeschylus and Associates. In that capacity, and because their clients are somewhat eccentric, he often finds himself in, for him, interesting situations. “Yes?” A fairly stiff older gentleman was less than excited with my ringing the doorbell. I, on the other hand was ratherContinue reading “A Day on the Job”

Miguel and James are friends of Monk from when he was a kid. This scene takes place years before when they were dealing weed as teens. “It’s a sure thing, man!” James had that look, we knew it from all the other times he had a sure thing. Miguel wasn’t so sure. “I think itsContinue reading “Miguel and James”

The inevitable question whenever a writer is asked to discuss his or her writing, is how did you come up with that story? And a good question it is. At the heart of any good book is the story. To my mind, all good stories start with a question, which in my case almost alwaysContinue reading “Where’d That Story Come From?”

Mr. Jones is an associate of Monk’s in the loosest sense of the word. They were thrown together in the search for Desiree Marshan. Since then, they’ve become friends of a kind. We were stuck in traffic, somewhere between West Covina and Long Beach. No doubt the signs would say where, but I’d lost interest in that. Jones was on his phone. TheContinue reading “Mr Jones”

My new book, my first published book, Where Fools dare to Tread,is now out and available through my publisher, Black Rose Writing. After patting myself on the back and shouting woo-hoo, I realized that now the overriding issue will be whether it sells. As I am not a professional salesman, I find the sales and promotion aspects of beingContinue reading “And Here We Are”

Rebekah is Monk’s somewhat estranged daughter, somewhat because she lives in Virginia and he’s out in LA. Throw in that he’s adverse to carrying a phone and she’s going through a rough patch in her marriage with her husband, Farrell, and the not so insignificant fact that they’ve seen little of one another in theContinue reading “Rebekah Stops By”

Joanie is a neighbor of Monk’s and a one time flame for whom he continues to carry a torch. Theirs, oddly enough, is a codependent relationship . “Are you coming or not?” Joanie was standing over me. “You’re singing, right?” “I told you that already! What’s up with you, Buttman?” She was well aware of what was upContinue reading “Joanie”