As a writer, I have been composing stories since 1984. To date, I have written over 14 short stories, had 5 articles published in a small paper with my byline on the front page, and earned an International Literary Award for an unpublished short story in 1988. The only place I have NOT been in the world is Europe. I have traveled to British Columbia, Canada, Alaska, the North Polar icepack, Asia (Japan, South Korea, Thailand, Phillippines, Marshall Islands, Hawaii, India, Azores, Mauritius, Africa, South America, Caribbean (Jamaica, Puerto Rico, Cuba, St. Thomas, St. Croix, Montserrat, Barbados, Aruba, Curacao, and Saint John), Panama (been through the Panama Canal so many times I lost count), Central America (Mexico, Honduras, Guatemala, Costa Rica), South America (Brazil, Chile, Peru, Columbia, Ecuador), and even did a very, very short stint in McMurdo in the early 80s. I also have lived in a number of states in the U.S.: California, Oregon, Washington, Nevada, Virginia, Florida, Michigan, and Colorado to name a few.
But, what made my life are the people I have known. People are the foundation of my stories. I cannot recount the number of times I placed the men that I have known in the Navy in the worst possible positions in my stories. If it were not for the people who have touched my life, my stories could not have come alive as they have. If it were not for the adversity that some of them visited upon me, many of my stories may not have come to fruition.
Writing has become my life. My drive to write every day has become a drug that I must satisfy. To not write, is to suffer a day that sucks. It is my writing that keeps me alive, and it is my hope that I am able to publish as many stories as possible before my day ends upon this earth.
I now call Las Vegas, Nevada home. Were it not for my loving wife, I don’t know how long I would have lasted.