Anyone who attempts to relate his life loses himself in the immediate. One can only speak of another.

–Augusto Roa Bastos

That being said, if you are interested in my book, you may wish to know something about me–perhaps what inspired me to write…

I’m neither old nor young.

And where I’m “from” is complicated. I’m an American, born in the mountains, but now I live by the sea; I’ve lived in the east and west of this country, but I was raised in the Deep South (as far south as you can go!); and that portion of my heart that belongs to a place* can’t even be found here–it’s across the ocean, in a city in Germany, a place where I once lived.

I’ve worn many hats, but very few of them have fit.

I’m a teacher without any students.

I know that some things are, and some things are not.

My favorite color is forest green.

I’ve a Master’s degree, but not in English or Fine Arts. I never, not once, expected to become a writer, much less a novelist. I came to writing as a wild animal comes to an un-baited cage: I was driven into it.

Footnote:

*The rest belongs to my lovely wife of 27 years.