I love good stories. Frequently I read something that’s very good, but some small part of my brain says, “Oh, why aren’t there stories that do this, or a story with that kind of character.” Like most writers, I listened to that little part of my brain and decided that if I wanted to read stories that do this, or had that kind of character, I’d have to write them my damn self. So there we are.
I’m also a family man and a salary man. I try to be a good husband, I raise teenagers, and I work in a cubicle with my fellow corporate stooges. Since you have to feed children every day, and the bank wants their mortgage check every month, I stay in the day job. I write in whatever interstitial slices of time I can.