Hi. As you may have guessed by now, I write speculative fiction. Spec fic is a general catch-all term that includes science fiction, fantasy of all flavors, magic realism, and the occasional horror piece, which either shows that I stink at specialization or I have an attention-deficit prob– ooh, a butterfly!
I’ve been writing pretty much all my life, starting with a childhood fixation on dinosaurs and Greek/Roman gods that confused the life out of my parents, and continuing well into high school where I used to scribble moderately good satire with my friend Terri (and moderately inept porn with my friend Patrick) under the guise of “doing homework.” My first attempt at a novel was a sad and pathetic thing that’s still available in some net archive, and I’m sure it’ll come back to haunt me one of these days.
It wasn’t until 1987 that I had the epiphany — in the hair care aisle at Walgreen’s, to be precise — that prompted me to change my college major from pre-med to English. Instead of operating on people’s brains, I was going to be a Writer. Of course, it wasn’t until 1994 that the Clue Fairy finally whacked me one upside the head via Robert Heinlein and I realized that there were three steps to becoming a Successful Writer:
- Put a story down on paper.
- Finish the damn thing.
- Submit it to publishers.
Lather, rinse and repeat until you have a sale. What can I say — I’m a slow learner.
But I did eventually learn. As a result, I’m a member of SFWA, I’ve been published in three countries, have two novels and a slew of stories in progress, and am a regular at a number of Texas/Oklahoma science fiction conventions, much to local bemusement.
When I’m not writing stories, I’m submitting them to FutureClassics, a North Dallas spec fic writing group, for evisceration and commentary. They’re sharp folks — I’m lucky to have them on my side, especially now that I’ve started writing paranormal, fantasy, and SF erotic romance and keep inflicting my filthy stories on them. Heh, heh, heh…