I am 44, live in the Northwest, and have a family. Way back in the 90s I served four years in the US Navy and three years in the National Guard. I was enlisted. In the Navy I was a “Spook,” a CTR, and my job was radio interception. I worked inside concrete buildings with no windows surrounded by antennas. I was stationed on scenic Adak, Alaska, and on Okinawa (which is a lot warmer).
In the National Guard I was a parts clerk for a maintenance battalion (my fellow soldiers, being much more mechanically inclined, could fix anything from a deuce and a half to a M88). My contribution was knowing enough MS-DOS to keep the ancient computer system running.
The military left an indelible imprint on me, and despite the passage of time it has yet to fade. It makes me happy when writers accurately portray military life.
I’ve wanted to be a novelist since I picked up a copy of “Hunt for Red October” when I was 11. Tom Clancy is the closest thing I have to a hero. I also absorbed the works of Jerry Pournelle, David Drake, and SM Stirling. Later, I picked up John Ringo and John Scalzi.
My philosophy of science fiction writing is to run down the implications of the setting. How does the setting, the sci-fi part of the story, change the lives of the human characters?
I think that characters need to be human for my work to be relevant. I don’t think people change much through the ages, and I create settings and characters who reflect my belief we can understand and empathize with people separated from us by time and space.
If you’ve gotten this far, thanks for reading. Bonus points if you can identify the vessel in the background of my profile picture.
Fair winds and following seas.