I have always loved stories.
I was the weird kid who spent more time walking laps around the above ground pool in the backyard talking to myself, telling myself stories, than I spent swimming in the thing.
I have always loved speculative fiction – science fiction, fantasy, odd stories.
For the entire decade of the 70s I subscribed to and devoured Analog Science Fiction and Fact and The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction. I should have boxes and stacks of those issues, but somewhere in my travels I lost track of them.
Whenever I can split my attention, I have an audiobook playing.
In late 2019, all the stories I had packed into my head overflowed. Down to my fingers. I found that I had to write, to make my own stories, build my own worlds.
I haven’t yet pinned down my genre. I describe it as “one thing different”. Stories that take place in worlds close to this time and place but where one important thing has changed. Chaos, crises, and hilarity ensue. The story characters have to deal.
My favorite authors are Neal Stephenson, Daniel Suarez (see “one thing different” above), Michael Connelly, Terry Pratchett, and ….
I live in South Carolina, on the coast, where daily beach walks with my wife, Luna and Moon happen. They are the three of the best people in the world. Even if two of them are hairy and have four legs.
When things are going badly, I cope by eating ice cream. When things are going well, I celebrate by eating ice cream. It’s a problem.
Enjoy my stories.