When I was growing up I wanted to be a fur trapper in the Yukon, driving a team of half-wolf sled dogs through Jack London’s frozen wilderness. Or something. The details were poorly developed, but wolves and snow and Alaska featured prominently. Once I made a sled out of a shoebox and harnessed our dachshund to it with string. I am not proud of this. My writing began in grade school with a contest entry to Ranger Rick magazine. In junior high it took the form of “novelizing” episodes of my favorite TV show: writing down the dialogue verbatim and then filling in exposition and what I imagined the characters were thinking. This was strongly discouraged by my parents, who were biased toward that other thing. Studying. I never did get the knack of that but was allowed to leave college with a BS in English, and I’m now a pilot for a major airline. I should have studied. In 2008 I began posting fan fiction ranging from short scenes to novella-length stories to two different online fandoms. My literary influences include Patrick O’Brian and Robert Crais, two authors representing entirely different styles and genres whose work never gets old, and my philosophy on fiction writing is that the plot is how the story happens, but the story is why the plot happens.
In leaving my White Fang years behind I grew fascinated by male friendship, whether depicted in television, movies, or literature. Both the fan fiction stories on this site and my first novel, Nothing Else Matters, have their genesis in the fact that I never found quite what I was looking for in those portrayals. That’s also why Nothing Else Matters, the story of Duncan Scott and John Lochlan, is about friendship. Always. In every book. The plots change. The story—their friendship—does not.
A former Midwesterner, in 2013 I got tired of the bad roads and worse weather and since then Texas has been home to me and a clowder of Siamese and Oriental cats who are unanimous that attention is best obtained by walking across the keyboard while I work.
