“In the wee small hours, California Highway One north of Half Moon Bay is about as desolate as it gets. The narrow, twisting road was etched from sheer cliff faces that towered above me on the right and dropped away… — H.P. Oliver Copy Share Image
“During 30 years of earning my daily bread as a writer I have learned many lessons about our craft. The most significant of those… — H.P. Oliver Copy Share Image
“You are not an "author," you are a writer. If your books are still selling like hotcakes ten years after your demise, THEN you're… — H.P. Oliver Copy Share Image
“Excerpted From Chapter 18 The most famous sign in the world was only a few hundred yards above me, and the sight of it stopped me in my tracks. The light bulbs surrounding the letters must have been controlled by a timer of some kind because they were off now. But what shocked me was the scale. I was used… — H.P. Oliver Copy Share
“Writing is more than a craft; it is a way of life. Everything you see or do becomes part of what you write.” — H.P. Oliver Copy Share Image
“Excerpted From Chapter One I decided staying put in the alley was preferable to keeping the dead guy company, so I went outside and… — H.P. Oliver Copy Share Image
“In the wee small hours, California Highway One north of Half Moon Bay is about as desolate as it gets. The narrow, twisting road… — H.P. Oliver Copy Share Image
“Excerpted From Chapter One “Rock of Ages” floated lightly down the first floor corridor of the Hollywood Hotel’s west wing. It was Sunday morning,… — H.P. Oliver Copy Share Image
“Excerpted From Chapter Eighteen Pacific Coast Highway ends with a sharp right turn onto Sepulveda. Approaching that intersection, I saw several cars pulled to… — H.P. Oliver Copy Share Image
