I was born in the summer of love in 1967, and I’ve been a writer since I first learned how to string words together – but I haven’t been an author. An author finishes works they’ve started. Instead of becoming an author, I had a career and a family, and along the way I accumulated a drawer full of incomplete works.
My first novel was an accident. Variants of a story had been floating around in my head for years as novels “to- be” that never became. The various story bits and subplots found their way into comic book scripts which became graphic novels, but the core story remained unused. I was itching to get back into prose – so I cracked my knuckles and sat down to write whatever came to mind. What came out was the first draft of The Paragon of Animals.
The moral to this story is that life is a journey – as long as you keep on walking, you’ll end up somewhere you wanted to be.