By day, I advise small business owners. But at night, I put on my mask and cape and venture out into unknown and dangerous worlds--writing science fiction.
My characters speak to me and tell me their stories:
-- Perk the Jerk, kidnapped naked from Earth and thrust into a world where he's viewed as a dumb animal
-- Agate, a songstress from California who forms an unlikely friendship with Breadbox, an alien who crash lands on her back 40
-- Flimmerwither and Thrugalug, feathered and furred, who have a vigorous amorous encounter in the deep woods
-- The Space Gypsies, who host raucous Festivals on remote worlds, that attract the hoitie toitie elites from all the civilized worlds, who let down their hair and feathers and scales, whatever
-- The Tall Blue Singer, Quixitica, who sings of hope and promise to cover her deep sadness at being immortal.
-- Pig Boy, who dies a painful death delivering a plea for help to Miguel and Tomas.

Why Sci fi? My stories started coming 30 years ago as responses to Ursula LeGuin, David Brin, and others. But I never finished anything. Always on the back burner. Until this year, when I decided if I was ever going to complete anything in this lifetime, I'd better get my rear in gear.

I have a Universe populated with diverse beings. It's sci fi, not fantasy, because I hew as close as possible to the real world, and real cosmos. Even the impossible parts--jumps between stars--are grounded in plausible "scientific" explanations. After all, who knows? Not long ago, electricity was no more than lightning bolts.

I am not a dystopian. My characters have a sense of humor. I root for the good guys, and since I'm their Zeus, I nudge things in their direction. With a few tribulations thrown in, of course.

Feedback is welcome!

As soon as I can figure out how to upload things, there'll be samples for you to read.