Well, what is there to say really? Judging from the emails I get, quite a bit I suppose.
First off, I want to clear the air a bit about a common misconception. I wasn’t one of those kids that walked around telling everyone that they were going to be a writer when they grew up. Heck, when I went to college Istill had no intention of becoming a writer. I had dreams of being a historical journalist (don’t ask, it made sense when I was 23), not writing fiction. I wanted to travel the globe, study native cultures and teach them how to record their history for future generations. How to preserve their folklore and family history. It was a noble idea, and one that fell flat on its face the moment I faced the harshness of reality.
You have no idea just how hard it is to get funding for something like that.
Up until about two years ago, I still didn’t consider myself a writer. Sure, I had written four books by that point, but I didn’t think of myself as a writer. I just figured I was killing time in between jobs, filling those lonely days by creating worlds in which people might want to play in. Well, people being me, but you get the point.
My friend Leo told me one day while I was discussing this new project I had started that, under no uncertain circumstance, was I allowed to deny being a writer any more. I asked him why, and he replied with “Dude, you’ve written more books than most writers”.
So yeah, that’s how I became a writer.
The story about how I came to be in movies is far more convoluted…
Oh, details about my life? Well, I was born in California and grew up very nomadic, bouncing around the state (and Oregon) until I was about 12 when I settled down in southern California. Joined the Navy, went to college (three times!) and played some baseball, wrestled, and water skied a lot. Moved to Colorado, then Virginia, back to Colorado, down to North Carolina, back to Virginia, then (in June 2011) made it to Kentucky.
I can’t help it, I like to travel.