About the author:
Born in Ypsilanti, Michigan, January 1965, I grew up in Westland for the first 13 years of my life. From there, my family and I moved to the Port Huron area of Michigan where we settled in the small town of “Jeddo.” This town was, and still is, very small: one of those 1-blinking-light towns where if you close your eyes when you get to the intersection, you will miss it. Anyway, aside from going to school at Cros-Lex, I spent most of my spare time playing music (drums, guitar, bass) and had dreams of making it in a band. I practiced more than a few hours a day on every instrument I had and usually I ran out of time, there was never enough time in a day for practicing. But, the dreams of making it big in music never happened; it just wasn’t in the cards. Instead, since I didn’t have a steady job and needed job skills, in 1984 I decided to enlist in the army. There my eyes were quickly opened to the world and all that the television could not show. I served like my father, uncle, and grandfathers; adding to the pride of the family heritage for dedicating 22 years of my life to our great country, but it wasn’t all easy. I started out as a Truck driver for the first 9 years, primarily because I enjoyed driving. But after that, I changed over to communications and stayed in that field even to this day.
After spending various amounts of time deployed to various areas of the world, I decided to write a novel about an idea that stemmed from a sequential dream I had while in a foreign land. Everyone has dreams and some people’s dreams inspire them to put their idea into manuscript form. I had just such an idea. The dream I had was so astounding and so bizarre, I did not want to forget it. This happened in the summer of 99’. After jotting down about 70 pages of material, my friends gave me the idea to write a story about the dream and do something with it rather than let the idea die out. So I did just that. Between May of 2000 and September of 2005, I spent most of my off duty time adding to the original story. Of course, since its initialization, it has changed dramatically. The story had been forgotten about, misplaced, and almost thrown away, and almost did not end up in a book as it has today. But I remembered the manner of how the dream came to me and I felt that all things happened for a reason, so I pursued the course and finished the book while overseas in Iraq. After having the King of Cavanon published, I had to begin the sequel to it right away for not only my own satisfaction of having the entire story finished, but also for those who might enjoy the story or find it interesting and want to know how it really ends.
I never had aspirations of writing novels or becoming a writer for that matter. But after reading many science fiction and horror novels, I discovered that I could also come up with an idea to write about a story that I found to be interesting and different, very unique. It has definitely come about much better than I originally expected and I had a great time with its materialization. I’m not set out to be another Stephen King, Brian Lumley, or Eric Nylund, but maybe someone out there in the sci-fi world will enjoy the story I have come up with. And for anyone out there with aspirations of becoming a writer…do it! I have my friends to thank for the persistence of submitting the book for publishing and the backing of my family at the beginning of its publication. But without them the story would not be here. I had many chances of turning away or dropping the idea entirely. I’m glad they pushed me into it; it’s quite an accomplishment to have a book published. I thank them for their support and persistence.
