I'm more into Detective/crime novels than anything else. Most of the pieces I write have death (well, murder) in them, so perhaps my stories are not an entirely ideal antidote to combat depression or a gloomy mood. I am a Christian though, so my short stories maintain a certain standard of morality, even when my characters are off stabbing, shooting or clubbing one another to death. 

I sometimes dabble in comedy and this leaves me feeling like a chimpanzee in a cockpit. But for some odd reason I just keep on trying. If you feel inclined to place your palm firmly on your face while reading any of my stories, I would understand.