As a kid, I read a lot. Anything from fantasy to westerns to science fiction. I started making up my own stories and wrote my first short story at 12.
I also started drawing comics–little stick figures with dialogue balloons that later evolved into musclebound warriors and scantily clad vixens. I gave them battle axes and broadswords and unleashed various renditions of the Kraken on them. A silent chaos ensued, followed by crickets chirping and nothing much else.
Alas, life kept interfering and I allowed it, and nothing came from my artistic endeavors.
After graduating high school, I served a year in the military where I learned to dig trenches, eat quickly, and miss girls. I traveled to Israel and lived on a Kibbutz for almost a year, working in avocado fields and drinking cheap vodka. I sold pots and pans and educational toys in Africa for a while and almost got shot by Mugabe’s guards in Zimbabwe one night.
I did a brief stint as cartoonist somewhere and an even briefer stint as reporter somewhere else. Of course, the next ‘logical’ step was to start a business producing stained glass terrariums and weird-looking vases, which I did for about a year.
Somehow, and maybe by accident, I ended up in law school and became a lawyer. I did that for almost a decade.
These days I find myself in New Zealand with a wife and three kids and a dog named Stella, but I’m back to writing stories. I mostly write tales of dark fantasy and the supernatural, which is maybe not such a far cry from my lawyering days. Sometimes I write other things.
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