Contrary to popular belief, I was not raised by wolves. However I did grow up in the forests of Washington State. Across the Puget Sound from Seattle lies the Kitsap Peninsula. Ferries link this region to the more urban areas.
I grew up in a town called Olalla. It was a sparsely populated region between two port towns. Roads cut through the tall firs and long driveways hid modest homes. There were no property lines for a kid who liked to explore. There were few reminders to pull me back to reality once the imagination took off.
As life presented its challenges, I found myself moving from home to home until I was on my own. It was then I discovered a very real world that existed in the subcultures of our community. In retrospect, it was an experience I can now find value in.
Scurrying through the shadows of society was short lived and with luck I got out. At nineteen I joined the army. I spent one year in training, one in Korea and two more jumping from planes at Ft Bragg. I learned a lot from being around the people outside Washington State. Each had their strengths and weaknesses. Wherever I was placed, I traveled and learned.
One of my biggest influences was my first sergeant at Ft. Bragg. James Jordan jr taught me how to go through life with determination. He led our company with fire and to this day, sharing his drive has paid dividends for me. …and yes he was a lot shorter than his little brother Michael Jordan.
When I got out of the army I found a long career in communications. I married my lovely wife Jennifer and we raise three kids back in the town where I grew up. My trials of life have returned me to Olalla. It is a place that allows some one to breath in the forest.
Of course the flip side is I take a ferry every day to Seattle where I run around the streets working on coax and fiber all day. I contrast my rural living with the intensity of the downtown chaos.
In the middle of this environmental shifting, I found time to write. The drive that I learned from James Jordan propelled me to make the most of my time. The hour long ferry trips to and from the city gave me an opportunity to put pen to paper. I wrote Santerra in one year with a pen and a note pad. I wrote the prelude last and ended up writing Evolution Crystal. I juggle three to four projects at a time between the frantic pace of work and raising children. When I write it is like I am escaping for brief moments to another world. It is like I am returning to the forests of my childhood.
Thank you for reading my work. My intention is to challenge the assumed and present the improbable as a realistic possibility.