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About me

Writer bios are informative. They list years of experience. The successful fruits of often lonely labors. Achievements. Prizes. And memberships of august organizations. But I can’t do this. I hit the keyboard pretty late. And I hit it as a result of a party at a guy’s apartment in Seoul, South Korea. I didn’t know the guy well, though we hit it off. I’d met him less than a handful of times. But there was always booze around. And his party was no exception. He also loved fishing. Then he went to Germany. I haven’t seen him since. It was that kind of party. 

The people I was talking to at the party I still know very well. And there were others that joined in the conversation. We were seated at a tall table. About the height of a tall table you’d find in a bar. But this table was big. It could easily seat eight. It could also easily hold plenty of beer, red wine and later some kind of German liquor I can’t remember the name of. It was that kind of party.

My mate and I started talking TV. Others joined in. There was some good shit happening on the small screen, we all agreed. But there was still a mountain of crap out there as well. We decided we could come up with better storylines than many of those shows people were watching. I can’t remember the ideas. The German liquor did its job just fine. It was that kind of party.


But now the creative barb had jagged deep. I’ve always read sci-fi. I've also read a lot of other stuff, but my default setting invariably returns me to the worlds of space and of the mind. So I started writing sci-fi stuff down. This was November 27th, 2013. I’ve kept writing ever since.

And Frank. If you ever read this. Great party, mate. Leave me that table in your will.


And here's my 'official' bio


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