About
I'm a three times retiree: Air Force master sergeant , businessman, restaurateur, agnostic seventy-one-year-old dyslexic writer, who hopes to retire again in fifteen or twenty years, if my highly religious Greek Orthodox, Russian wife doesn't lay me to rest before then. Like most writers, my life experiences are what inspired me to write. I had been writing for about twelve years when I learned I was a dyslexic. I was so relieved; now I had an excuse for my slow reading and terrible spelling, and I wanted to tell all that I wasn’t really stupid and lazy. My self-published novel, RUNT, MEMORIES OF A DYSLEXIC BASTARD, tells my story. NU-DEL, DAUGHTER OF THE FOREST, is my second novel. I live in Milton, FL. My published works:
The First Book of the Gastar Series: "Act of Redemption"
Description
The once-great city of Gastar stands in ruins following centuries of war by undead monsters driven by an evil temple. Victory cost the people of the knowledge to defeat another enemy, Zermon, ruler of hell, who seeks to extend his realm by annihilation of the few people left. With the help of a sympathetic ancient dragon, volunteer fighters from the past war, and the arrival of a teen assassin named Shevata who is known to Zermon, they combine efforts for the existence of the people of Gastar.
Story Behind The Book
When I started writing RUNT, it was going to be a story about an abused mountain boy during the WWII era when child abuse, whether physical or emotional, was a simple and approved method of correcting or bring up your children. In fact, I felt as a child that if I wasn’t screamed at, cussed, whipped or walloped upside the head when I did something wrong, or in some cases didn’t do something, my parents didn’t love me. It was during my research process that I learned I was dyslexic. I had spent a lifetime thinking my slow reading and atrocious spelling and writing skills were attributed to my lack of ability to get the basics of these things down when I was a child. I didn’t like going to school and took every opportunity that came along to not go. Besides, education didn’t seem to be of much importance to my parents; out of seven of us, only one made it through high school.
