I love optical illusions & shaped and distorted realities. Which is probably one of the reasons I write. The other reasons are endless. I can’t not write. (Most writers I’ve met will tell you this.)
This doesn’t mean it’s easy. I struggle to get the words from my mind to the page, and for me, it’s a slow process. Sometimes agonizing. Sometimes intense. Sometimes garbage.
I live in East Tennessee, and I often mine story ideas from the rich and diverse cultures of the Smoky Mountains, as well as from the scientific communities in Oak Ridge.
Showing my age here: My writing reflects the influence of the many paranormal and sci-fi television shows & movies of the 70’s, such as The Man From Atlantis, The Bionic Man, the miniseries V, Logan’s Run, the original Westworld, and the original Rollerball.
My favorite memories are of me & Dad watching those sci-fi shows, then dissecting the characters, the plots, and the technologies over a cup of coffee at the kitchen table. When I started writing in earnest, Dad was my sounding board. The discussions always started with “How can I…” and really never ended. We always found something more to add to every conversation. Dad died of cancer in 2007, and I miss him every single day.