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I was born in New York State, but raised in the mid-west. I returned east (to Rhode Island) in 1954, concurrent with hurricane Carol (Carol is also my sister's name, and, yes, there are similarities).
I received a bachelor's degree from Bates (French) and joined the army. It was back in those days when they had a draft, and I decided to join for three years and do something that sounded interesting rather than wait for Uncle Sam to call me, hand me a rifle and send me off somewhere full of heat and mosquitoes, neither of which I tolerate very well. My experiences with Army Intelligence (no, it's not an oxymoron) form the basis for my first published novel, A Filthy Business.
Returning to the United States, I earned a master's degree (French literature) at Brown and began teaching at a New England private school, where I intended to remain for five or six years before possibly returning to school. As it turns out, it was 30 years before I left. Many of those experiences found their way into my third book, Claxton Hall.
I was one of those teachers who was never satisfied with the available textbooks, so I began writing my own: French, ESL and a couple on computer languages. My wife Janet insisted that I should write something other than "dry old textbooks," so I tried a novel. As a matter of fact I turned out four short ones in the genre of VDF (Very Derivative Fantasy) before I had a Vision commanding me to burn or otherwise dispose of them, because, as the Voice said, "the world has Pestilences enough."
A couple of further attempts were better, being less derivative and better developed (but still not fit for public consumption); then came Nexus and its sequel Catalyst.
Several years ago we moved to Maine (the commute from Connecticut was killing me) permanently and built a home. We continued to teach for another four years, then retired. I decided to dust off the hard drive and see what might be done with some of the writings contained thereupon.
I hope they’ve withstood the test of time.
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