As a young man, I was a lazy and undisciplined writer. I've always loved writing, and my first work of fiction, a spy story, dates back to when I was at the tender age of ten. In my teens, my closest friends and I published a science fiction magazine that had a life span of two whole issues. But that was pretty much it until I entered college.
I fancied myself an artist during that time, and decided to major in studio arts. The curious thing was that while my art earned mediocre grades, to be kind, my professors were in love with my writing. So I decided to pursue graduate studies in English.
But while my professors and co-students were talented and bright, it wasn't in the classroom where I learned to write well; it was at the various college newspapers for which I wrote. A features editor in his or her sophomore year, it turns out, is a much harder taskmaster than a department head to be, even though he paid for his Ph.D. with his blood while at Emory.
I also owe much to my growth as a writer to my dear friend Kathleen Hill, who hosted a local creative writers guild for many years.
My talents have sometimes earned me money, but more often they have not.
I love science fiction, dark fantasy, epic poetry the way it was written 150 years ago. I love the classics. The old ones, as well as the young Turks.
From Coleridge, to Palahniuk, to Dostoyevski and Gogol, and from there to Heinlein and Orson Card, and then back to Rabbi Kaplan and Paracelsus ... all these works can be found on my bookshelf.
My passion is ...
finding new ways for creative expression.
I know too much about ...
the deaths of loved ones.
My parents always told me ...
to do my homework.
My childhood ambition ...
was to become a comic artist.
My favorite memory ...
holding my newborn son in my arms.
Why I write ...
to live.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
"good" literature, no matter the genre/Bela Lugosi Films/unsigned bands
My first job ...
signwriter
My best moment ...
the civil ceremony with my current wife.
My inspiration ...
my loves, my hates, my weird thoughts
Our Inheritance of Light By Jeva Singh-Anand Know, O man, that Light is thine heritage. Know that darkness is only a veil. Sealed in thine heart is brightness eternal, waiting the moment of freedom to conquer, waiting to rend the veil of the night. - From The Emerald Tablets of Thoth How is it that discussions of a sacred vocation such as Magick can never disentangle themselves from those distractions Magick seeks to transcend? Those mindless wranglings about the terrors of the Abyss that bring destruction and madness to those who step where they should not, the senseless arguments about w...
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