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Wo3lf
As a kid, I read a lot. Anything from fantasy to westerns to science fiction. I wanted to stay in that dream state so I began making up my own stories, writing my first short story at 12. I also started drawing my own comics–little stick figures with dialogue balloons that later evolved into musclebound warriors and scantily clad vixens. I gave them battle axes and broadswords and unleashed them onto the world. A silent chaos ensued followed by crickets chirping and nothing much else. Alas, life kept interfering and I allowed it, and so nothing came from my artistic endeavors.
After graduating high school, I served a year in the military where I learned how to dig trenches, eat quickly, and miss girls. I travelled to Israel and lived on a Kibbutz for eight months, working in avocado fields and drinking cheap vodka. I sold pots and pans and educational toys in Africa for a while and almost got shot in Zimbabwe. I did a brief stint as cartoonist somewhere and an even briefer stint as reporter somewhere else.
Somehow, and maybe by accident, I ended up in law school and became a lawyer. I did that for almost a decade.
These days I’m back to writing stories and I've been doing it seriously for four years. I mostly write tales of dark fantasy and the supernatural, which is maybe not such a far cry from my lawyering days. Sometimes I write other things.
I now live in New Zealand, and with a wife and kids, and a dog, I’ll be staying put for the foreseeable future.
I co-founded and serve as legal adviser for Kōsa Press and I belong to an author's group called, The Collective.
Reading, writing, and movies. Sometimes I fish and kayak to stay sane