One day in 2007, a friend and fellow teacher and I were discussing World of Warcraft, and I commented that I would rather spend the time creating my own worlds than playing around in someone elses. He said. “When you write the book, I’ll read it.” I whipped out Princess of Amathar and gave him a typed copy– which he didn’t really want to read.

He asked if I had ever heard of Print on Demand, like Lulu. I looked into it and liked what I saw. Here I could publish my book without a huge investment on my part. At least a few friends and relatives could get copies. I would “vanity” publish it. I did, and friends bought it. I spent $50.00 and bought an ISBN (which seems expensive now, but wasn’t then) and it appeared at Amazon.  By the end of the year, it had sold a whopping 87 copies.

All of a sudden, I thought, “Hey, I wrote a book. I bet I could do it again.”

I sat down and plotted out a huge steampunk story. I had many inspirations. I wanted to write a huge multigenerational story– a fantasy version of James Michener. I was also fascinated with the Victorian mind set and Imperialism and its affects on local indigenous people. I plotted out a big story in three parts, generally based upon what a I thought a fantasy version of colonial imperialism would look like, and started writing.

I collected enough rejection letters for Princess of Amathar during these years that I could have wallpapered my room with them. Eventually I set the book aside and didn’t think about writing anything as long as a book again.

I rediscovered poetry and began writing quite a bit and posting it online. I also wrote quite a bit of sci-fi flash fiction and shared it with friends online (some involving a robot girlfriend). I also wrote a play, set in the world I had created for my kids’ Dungeons and Dragons game (the world that would eventually be home to Eaglethorpe Buxton), called The Ideal Magic. It was performed by the Brown JHS Thespian Club, but alas, the only tape of the performance was taped over (by my wife).

I began teaching in the 1994/95 school year. Only those people who have been teachers know how much of your life can get swallowed up into your job, especially in the first few years. I have heard teaching described as more of a lifestyle than a career and that is true.

During this time period, I really began to try and finish Princess of Amathar. I worked in fits and starts, setting it aside for long periods of time, but at last I finished it. With the help of several wonderful friends and colleagues, I revised it and polished it again and again. Then I sent it out to publishers and agents.

I remember I once commented on the fact that a man had to register for the draft at 19, he could drive a car when he was 16, could vote when he was 18, and had to wait until he was 21 to drink.  “Just when is a man, a man?” I wondered.  My aunt filled me in on the answer.  “When he has a mortgage.”

In 1989 I bought a house, had a mortgage.  I also had a new baby, and started back to college– and was working full time. I didn’t have time to do much writing. By 1992, I had a second baby and had decided that I wanted to be a teacher. I graduated from UNLV in 1994.

About the only writing I did in this entire period was to add a few chapters to Princess of Amathar.

I continued to write (mostly bad) poetry all through the 80s as I wandered through life without much focus. I had a few interesting jobs, most notably Ambulance driver, but nothing that I thought worthwhile in the long run.

I started writing what would be called “fan fiction” during these years. I didn’t call them that, having not heard of that term at the time, and I didn’t show the stories to anyone. I wrote Star Trek, Tarzan, Pellucidar, and John Carter stories. They were episodic and I didn’t finish any of them– just wrote a few chapters of each.

I also wrote a few chapters of original stories– a couple of time traveling, alternate dimension stories, and a very early version of the first few chapters of Princess of Amathar.

I married my lovely wife in 1985 and my daughter Becky was born in 1989.

In high school, I had an inspirational English teacher named Mrs. Reisman (I may be mispelling her name). In her class I learned to love writing poetry. I wrote tons of poetry over the next five or six years– most of it pretty bad. I wrote a few stories, but nothing that I really remember.

One of the highlights of Mrs. Reisman’s class was putting together a Student Arts Magazine, which was a big deal back in the 70s, because print on demand hadn’t been invented yet, and even copy machines were relatively rare at school (although they were firmly entrenched in the business world). We had to use mimeograph machines– the ones that smelled really good.

I graduated High School in 78 and tried a couple of semesters at UNLV before dropping out. I really didn’t know what I wanted out of life yet.

Some people have asked for it, so here it is– my story as a writer.

I was in 7th grade when I first realized that I could write something. That year I won the Nevada State Poetry Contest and I began writing and drawing my own science fiction comic strip– I’m a horrible artist. In the summer, my cousin and I collaborated on creating comics– he’s a much better artist. I continued to write my comics through ninth grade, when I started Senior High, got a job, and discovered girls.