Troy

“Turn off that light and go to sleep,” my mother often yelled. I was one of those kids who stayed up late, hiding under the covers reading in bed. Occasionally, the books were comics. Usually, they were the adventures of Frank and Joe Hardy, or Jupiter Jones and his fellow investigators working under Alfred Hitchcock. Sometimes Nancy Drew even made an appearance.

Eventually, I went away to college. I had given up my dreams of writing after only two rejection letters from the pulp magazines of the earlier 1980s. Two degrees and too many dollars later, past the age of fifty, I decided to give writing another try. Thus, the Penllyn Chronicles epic fantasy saga was born.

My wife and I live the US’s Midwest, in North-East Indiana. My fuzzy editor and I love to sit out on the patio when it’s warm enough to enjoy the weather. He watches for dastardly rogue chipmunks while I put fingers to keyboard. So far, no chipmunks have been harmed in the creation of my books.