I want to write for a living. I’ve been writing as a hobby my entire life, but you never get anywhere without taking a chance on yourself, right?
When I was a kid, I’d dictate stories to my mom, and have her write them down for me. (In hindsight, I realize she could have just said she was writing them down, and instead be working on her grocery list, or whatever.)
(Though she wouldn’t have done that, because she’s amazing.)
I wrote a book
The first book I wrote (the unpublishable trunk novel) was a weird horror book about the angel of death tracking down his ex-girlfriend’s murderer.
I call it the book I had to write to learn how to write a book, or exhibit 1 in Why I Need An Outline. I set it aside a few years back, but it’s like your favorite ne’er-do-well cousin: I love her, but I’m not going to ask her to house-sit.
The current book is a sprawling anime-inflected fantasy, but it’s also about revenge! Apparently I hold grudges.
Away from the keyboard
My best friends on earth are my wife, my daughter, and my son. I joke that my hobby is collecting hobbies, so to that end I’m learning Norwegian (Jeg snakker veldig lite norsk), I have a neglected twelve-string guitar, and I have an orange belt in Wing Chun kung fu.
So thanks for coming! I’m glad you’re here.