It’s all about me.
I grew up in a house full of books.
My parents are inveterate readers.
The hallway outside my childhood bedroom was lined floor to ceiling with bookshelves, and as soon as I was able to read I began to chew through them.
My parents are inveterate readers.
The hallway outside my childhood bedroom was lined floor to ceiling with bookshelves, and as soon as I was able to read I began to chew through them.
I started with the Hardy Boys, went through Ray Bradbury’s short stories, All the President’s Men, The Time-Life History of World War II and The Nine Nations of North America. Somewhere in there I started buying my own books. I would sit on the floor of the late, great Oxford Books, in Atlanta, and read for hours. I would buy books and take them home and read until sunrise.
At some point I crossed the line from reading books to wanting to write them. I think I wrote my first story was when I was 13 or so.
I don’t remember much about it except that it was about Porsches, with which I was fascinated at the time. I continued to write stories, some of which I still have, until I
I don’t remember much about it except that it was about Porsches, with which I was fascinated at the time. I continued to write stories, some of which I still have, until I
went to Carnegie Mellon to get a degree in Creative Writing. I wrote columns and stories for the school paper. I worked and wrote and rode for Dirtrag, a mountain biking magazine based near school.
I graduated and continued to write. I finished a novel. I have written several short stories. I am working on my second novel, and I know what the third one will be about. I still sit on the floor of bookstores and read, and one wall of my apartment is lined, floor to ceiling, with books.
I graduated and continued to write. I finished a novel. I have written several short stories. I am working on my second novel, and I know what the third one will be about. I still sit on the floor of bookstores and read, and one wall of my apartment is lined, floor to ceiling, with books.
I currently live in Manhattan, taking it all in from my Secret West Village Lair. I try to work as little as possible so I can write as much as possible. The success rate on that varies. I have two cats who spend a lot of time napping. I aspire to their level of relaxation. I hang out with my friends. Sometimes I do stuff. I also tend to walk around the city with my trusty digital camera, so all of the pictures on the site were taken by me. Hopefully, that’s a good thing.
I also make one hell of a cup of coffee.
