Roy Hoffman

On the brink of my (first) novel’s publication, I no longer feel as I’m standing in the shallows of an ocean. I’m standing on the edge of a ravine, holding a pebble, ready to toss it down and see if moments later, I hear a tiny plink! Chances are, as with all who stand on ravine edges, tossing pebbles, I’ll hear nothing. But if I do, what sound could be more thrilling?