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The son of a Naval officer, I grew up around military bases. Frequent transfers meant a lonely childhood with fleetingly transient friendships. The base library with its shelves of yellowing dog-eared books was more of a constant.

This early love of reading led to a career as a professional wordsmith; spanning the diverse worlds of journalism and marketing/corporate communications.

These days I'm writing more about diverse stuff that really interests me - like good books, essays and short stories - rather than material dictated by clients.

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