Welcome to my biography! I’ve lived a REALLY interesting life thus far, and every year brings a whole new set of experiences that enrich my perception of the world and everyone who lives in it.

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I feel a restless desire to instigate revolution, a change in the way people think. While I really enjoy storytelling, sparking that sense of self-reflection lies at the core of what motivates me to write. I put words on paper believing that my readers will be different after my work has been read. This is not arrogance, merely hope. You may find common threads woven into the fabric of our experiences as a common people, for we are bound by more than than the minor things that divide us.

Although I was born in Glendale, California, my mother returned to Brasil when I was very young. I have no recollection of living there, but when we came back to the United States, I’d developed a habit of blending English with Portuguese. The kids in my neighborhood thought this was funny. I didn’t. Though the echoes of my childhood linguistic development linger, I’m fortunate to have a good editor who makes sure that the English in my stories conforms to conventions.

The highlight of my childhood involved membership in the California Boys Choir, under the direction of Douglas Neslund, with stage direction by Robert Rogers. This choir was full of talented singers, of which my skill ranked among the most shallow. (Doug Neslund tells me otherwise, but I don’t believe him!) I felt compelled to work harder than everyone else to keep my position, an ethic that forms a key component of my identity as an adult. I want my stories to be compelling and excellent. I work hard to achieve those results.

We choirboys performed in many venues during that era. Perhaps the most significant for me involved singing with the New York City Opera Company on its west coast tour. Some of my non-choir friends thought this was silly or effeminate, but while they were sweating with other boys on the basketball court, I was waltzing onstage with a beautiful, red-haired chorus girl from New York . . .

Around the same time, I began writing short stories. Though I read science fiction avidly, most of my tales were about animals. I liked the short story format and composed many twisted narratives through my high school years. My favorite English teacher gave me a copy of The Writer’s Market as a graduation gift, and I decided that I would try my hand at being a professional writer.

As a teenager, I’d developed an affinity for tinkering with cars. At age 16, I took auto mechanics because a girl I fancied had signed up for the class. Things didn’t work out with her, but my interest in machines has persisted. This is one reason why various forms of mechanical transportation feature so prominently in my stories.

Music also remains important to me. I taught myself how to play guitar. I’d learned trumpet in school, but it was a little bit difficult to play trumpet and sing at the same time. Furthermore, my best friend played a 12 string in that era, and whenever he touched that instrument he became in irresistible girl magnet. Naturally, I thought playing the guitar would have the same effect (it didn’t), but writing music has enabled me to express myself in a way that contrasts with writing prose and in some ways, delivers the emotions of my soul in a more powerful manner.

My first successfully-completed novel-length project, The Edge of Justice, took nearly ten years to compose. In contrast, The Long Journey–my most popular book–required only 18 months to finish. At my current rate of progress, I complete and publish novel-length books about every two years.

Knowing what to reveal and what to conceal in a biography is not an easy task. Some authors prefer to keep their private lives private, while others bask in the attention they receive by revealing details of their experience on their author sites. I will proudly say, however, that I remain happily married, I’m the father of two boys, and I live in Sardis, British Columbia.

At times, I have felt God’s grace touch my life, and at other times, I’ve longed to be the instrument of God’s grace. I am restless for change and I long for paradise, glimpsing it fleetingly from afar. Thus, I remain a work in progress.

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