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"Snow cutting my face like an army of fighting razor blades." That is all I recall from the paper I wrote in the fourth grade that inspired the teacher to give me an "A". Then, I was busted by my ninth grade English teacher for writing poetry on my desk. With her lightening fast Aikido prowess, the 70-something year old, Mrs. Smith pretzeled my body into submission and took advantage of my youthful ignorance, thinking that my 5 foot 10 inch body could overpower her 5 foot 1 inch frame... she escorted me, complete with the ear-twisting ritual, to the creative writing teacher. Little did they know, I was not a poet. Little did I know, I am a novelist.
Since then, I have served in the U.S. Navy, am a Master Carpenter, and Woodworker, and currently I am involved in the family Bicycle Business.
I write in a variety of genres, but they all seem to be steeped in some form of literary/adventure.
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