The smell of old gunpowder stung my nose as I inhaled. Gunpowder and mold. I opened my mouth for the end of the barrel, then set the pistol down on the bedspread. I wasn't quite ready yet. Besides, the gun had been in a U-Store-It in the south Florida heat and humidity for years. There were spots of rust on the barrel. It might not even fire. When I got to the point of eating the revolver, I didn't want to be disappointed.
I used to teach college history, but I've always been a writer (my mother has my first story, written at age seven). I write engineering documents during the day and fantasy at night. I live in the Seattle area with my wife and two boys, along with three cats and a beagle.
"Breaking Contact," Aoife's Kiss (September 2007)
I'm working on an epic fantasy with the working title of "Pale Kings and Princes."
I'm aiming for an average of 5000 words per week.