I’ve been writing since I was a kid. My mom was my first fan. I still remember her waving a school assignment of mine around to show everyone that her son had used the word “cloying” in a sentence. Certainly, I was going to be the next James Joyce.
Although I never lost interest in writing, I always had trouble focusing on any one passion and spent many years bouncing around jobs and the world. My first job out of college was as a newspaper reporter for a small daily. I wrote many an exhilirating piece about the inner machinations of the Goshen, Indiana school board. With enough of that experience under my belt, I moved to Portland, Oregon with my wife and found a job doing retail electronics sales. Next came selling travel packages to high school groups. Unfortunately, 9/11 occurred during this period and that put a serious dent in parents wanting to send their kids overseas. I followed that by becoming a 911 dispatcher. I’m not gonna lie, it was stressful, but fun at the same time. From this job alone I probably picked up enough stories for a hundred books.
My wife and I decided we were starting to become too much like normal, settled people so we sold all our belongings and backpacked around Asia for a while. We met a young man in Burma who said he was “flabbergasted” to meet Americans. We felt the same.
We came back eventually, poorer, but wiser. We lived in Providence, Rhode Island where I worked in theater and for the philharmonic. Our travels overseas had lit a flame though and we knew we’d be heading back out again soon.
In 2006 I became a Foreign Service Officer (i.e. an American diplomat) and that brings us up to today. Since taking the job, we’ve lived and traveled around the world. I’ve lived in four different countries — Ukraine, The Bahamas, Afghanistan, and Austria — and travelled to at least another twenty-five others. I love drawing upon my travel experiences in my writing and hope you love reading.