I make my home with my beautiful wife and family in a suburb of Los Angeles, among a cluttered collection of too-big, cookie-cutter structures. Here I rest each night after a long (and somewhat miserable) commute from the glass monoliths of West Los Angeles, cloistered away from the multi-hued grid of American culture, pretending that I am above it all.

Currently, I run a little blog, ply a trade as an executive in a financial services firm and muddle along as a wannabe (rather soon-to-be, for I have the utmost, if undeserved, confidence) successful author.  Yet, in my life I have donned many uniforms. I have been:


A farmer (or son of a farmer — unwilling [and unable] to claim the expertise of my father in the ways of farming and ranching)
 A dishwasher
 A projectionist
 A paratrooper
 An Army scout
 A student
 A frat guy (of sorts)
 A roofer
 A plumber (but not a very good one)
 A grad student (twice-cooked)
 A professor (Adjunct really)
 An accountant
 A husband
 An executive
 An author
 A father

And as I have changed and adapted to the world around me, one thing has remained constant: My connection to fantasy fiction and the macabre.
  • JoinedJuly 11, 2014