I write semi-autobiographical sci-fi noir that draws on the intrigues and ironies of being a small town reporter.
It wasn't always this way.
I started in media as a paperboy for the local rag. After I matured into a newspaperman, I wrote for alt-weeklies and daily metros. Later, I spent a few years failing as a screenwriter in Hollywood. I eventually washed up an ink- and wine-stained critic in Sonoma and experienced all order of media mayhem whilst in Oakland. This is before I repatriated to Lumaville to take care of some unfinished business.
Either I've come full circle or I'm treading a rat wheel I've mistaken for a career. The difference? I'm bootstrapping myself into the quality lit game with a new series and hard-earned sangfroid. I still do hired gun gigs for Men's Health and the North Bay Bohemian and if you're fresh out of heroes, I might write for you too. I can be contacted here.