Growing up in the holler in rural Appalachia provided ample opportunities to explore the basics of life. I was born in a log home my grandfather built using lumber he logged from up in the holler. Traipsing to the branch to pick watercress, throwing rocks in the pond, and even surprising a snake or two along the way. As time moved on so did my young mind. Comic books came first, which led to *books with words*. Ultimately the sky was the limit as I discovered fantasy and science fiction.
A dismal attempt at university led me down a different path. The world of nuclear reactors in submarines deep beneath the waves. I can recall many hours spent in the engine room letting my mind drift to the multitude possibilities in life; my first foray into creative thinking really. Occasionally I'd chuckle at the dirty little kid raised in the holler now punching holes in the water. Underway on nuclear power.
Post-Navy I spent almost a decade working at the Oak Ridge National Laboratory. I was posted in their biology division, their fusion energy division, and ultimately wound up in the fledgling computer section of our group. I discovered I had a bit of an affinity with software, and lacking the requisite degree to progress at ORNL, I chose to move into software development full-time.
Cut scene to a little over two decades later and I'm now retired from software development. And honestly, tired of that professions overuse of semi-colons, have chosen to try to write in the ultimate development language... plain old conversational language.
Currently I am working on an Appalachian crime drama as well as a crime thriller set in ’80s Las Vegas, both are stories exploring regular people responding to and (hopefully) overcoming life-altering events.. And let's not forget a couple of dozen short stories in various levels of "not quite ready yet.
And lastly, when not writing, you can find me in the woods hiking, on the water in a lake kayak, or quite possibly rolling dice at a D&D table.