I didn’t set out to become a writer. Writing found me at a moment when I needed it most.
Several years ago, I was diagnosed with leukemia and underwent chemotherapy in preparation for a bone marrow transplant. During that time, my immune system was so compromised that I was unable to leave my home except for medical appointments. Something as simple as a cold could have been fatal. I spent months isolated, reading and watching television, trying to endure both the physical toll of treatment and the emotional weight that came with it.
Just before my transplant, my brother was killed in a car accident.
Because of my illness, I was unable to attend his funeral. The loss, combined with isolation and uncertainty, pushed me into a deep depression. It was during that time that my wife suggested I try writing a book. I had always believed I could write, but life had never slowed down enough to let me try.
Writing became a way to survive. It gave me purpose when everything else had been stripped away.
The first book in the First Contact series is dedicated to my brother. I used his name in the story and gave him the kind of death he deserved — one of meaning and sacrifice. In fiction, he became a hero who saved someone else, rather than someone lost to randomness and chance. Through writing, I was able to give his death the honor and purpose that reality denied.
That is why I write.
My stories focus on survival, sacrifice, and the choices people make when everything is on the line. They are long-form science fiction series because some stories, like some losses, can’t be told in a single moment.