I find this a little daunting, which is uncharacteristic of me. I guess since I'm not sure where to start, I'll take Mark Twain's advice and start at the beginning.
I was born in 1975 to a Navy family. Dad was hardly ever at home, and come to think of it, I was hardly ever at home myself. Many a day was spent engaged in youthful stupidity. Didn't get terribly good grades in school -- my parents were split on that, Mom being of the opinion that the work wasn't challenging enough and Dad having come to the conclusion that I was just lazy. I'm pretty sure they were both right.
Lost the use of my left eye to a lightning strike when I was 14, which was all kinds of amusing. The later teen years saw me and a buddy of mine travel back and forth across the line of the law in ways I'm not eager to describe outside of fiction.
More recently, I've been writing short fetish erotica on commission through a small specialty publisher in Hawai'i. The money for that is decent -- $180.00 for each roughly 6-8 page (single-spaced) story. Of course, a man can't live on that when the requests come in at maybe one a month; and even if it were a six-figure income, I probably still wouldn't want to spend much longer at it.
So here I sit today with 85 pages worth of a little slasher/horror flick with a fun twist and writing a mini-biography for folks who will hopefully be great new friends.
Hi!
