I was born a hellish long time ago in Las Vegas, Nevada. Since then I've lived in quite a few other places, and finally settled in Seattle in 1996, where I've remained except for three six-month stints in London.
I've never been a bartender, bouncer, truck driver, stevedore, or professional poker player, which makes my writing bios sound a bit dull, so the only thing I could think to do was to become a hypnotherapist. Writer/hypnotherapists are far rarer than writer/bartenders. And I can kill you with my mind, so there's that.
In the "My Life as a Weird Little Kid" department, I've sat in my front yard and watched atom bombs explode, I once saw a dead body in the parking lot of the Flamingo Hotel, and was once held at gunpoint for several hours. Then I turned nine. As an adult my life has been both less exciting and more rewarding. I've raised four wonderful children into four wonderful adults, written a bunch of books and short fiction, worked in the computer games industry for nearly a quarter of a century, and maintained both my curiosity and my sense of humor.
Over the years I've published three mystery novels under my own name, and three more under a pubisher's “house name,” of which the latter shall remain in the obscurity they richly deserve.
Watch this space as I republish my backlist and publish new work as ebooks in the future.
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