I live on a farm with my family in California. Whenever I have a bit of free time, I usually do some writing or make a bee-line for the guitar or piano. Life has always been like that. I first started writing in earnest in sixth grade, laboring under the assumption that stories about intelligent avocados, blenders and extra-terrestrials would find a ready market. Reader reaction subsequently convinced me otherwise.

Several decades later, I write mostly fantasy and science fiction, though the genre of humor greatly interests me, as P. G. Wodehouse and Richard Powell are two of my favorite authors.

I certainly don’t make my living from writing, though that’s always a moon to shoot for. Speaking of making a living, I always enjoy reading Louis L’Amour’s mini biography on the backs of his books. It’s a nice punch in the face to contemplate what he did and how that might have shaped his writing: muleskinner, boxer, sailor, the list goes on.

Myself, I’ve worked a fair amount of jobs so far. Welder, irrigator, house painter, gardener on an Israeli kibbutz, orphanage in Ethiopia, ran a post office in a UN refugee camp in Thailand, associate producer and jack-of-all-trades for a TV production company in Scotland (1A Productions), construction down in the Amazon, data processor for a health insurance company (arguably the worst job in the world), interactive producer for an animation company in Chicago (VeggieTales, Larryboy, 3-2-1 Penguins!), ran my own company for a while and produced kid’s DVDs (Barney, Bob the Builder, Toddsworld and the re-released Fragglerock series), farming and land use consultant. Being a father and husband, however, is the hardest and best job of all.

I don’t aim to measure up to L’Amour, but he’s a good role model in that regard.