A few years ago, I left the rat race and moved to Central America. Perched atop a mountain in the middle of a jungle with a beautiful view of the local lake, I settled into retirement, but I found I wanted to do something productive with my time. I chose writing. I can't explain why. I had never tried writing a story before. But soon I found that I was enjoying myself, so I kept writing until one day I realized I had written a book.

Today, you can find me enjoying the view, writing my fantasies in the peaceful confines of a little house outside a (very) small town. When I am not writing, I am playing guitar, hanging with friends, or being bossed around by my two cats. All in the shadow of an active volcano.