D. Rex's Bio

Born on the edge of the Great Plains in Nebraska, raised in towns from their flatness across the Ol' Muddy into the hills of Iowa, and drifted west following some strange muse. That is my tale. Well, the gist of it. Minus the stint homeless, the long droughts between jobs (well, long this last time around), and the slow fuse that never stops burning on the powder keg of my temper. But those days are behind me now, with a full-time job, an apartment of my own (Yeah, that is being dealt with again), and moving forward on my writings again soon. Expect to see progress on the WiP's list items moving to out there or being shopped for publishing down the road, like just after the first of the year, or perhaps a bit earlier.

I am, at heart, a solitary guy. No, really, despite the ease it seems I make friends, or at least acquaintances, I am solitary, I prefer my time alone over time with others. Not saying I like being alone, just find it more peaceful and productive to my writing and thinking out things.

Which makes it strange for me to be a teller of tales, these days.

Right now, I've had published (traditionally) two drabbles, a short, two poems, and a opinion piece. Not much, but it is a start. (more to come, I hope). I plan to start moving out more into self-publishing stuff, and maybe even trying to expand my list of traditionally published works with some planned submissions soon.

I've tried writing several times before, and those times the discouragement of friends and family turned my hand away, not over the skill (not a damned one of those stories was read by those who nay-sayed my attempts), but just to shut up their complaints. This time around, I no longer care about what others say, I have stories to tell, maybe good, perhaps bad, but damnit, I want them out of my head, not rattling around forever. The echoes linger too long inside this rocky skull of mine, driving me nuts, when they bounce off that lump of granite I use for a brain.

Despite many who claim otherwise, I do no recreational substances beyond coffee, alcohol (on occassion), and tobacco. Most who claim I do such are themselves the ones with issues in abuse of substances (okay, three pots of coffee a day is probably abuse, but hell, it's legal, unlike what they do). I prefer the abusers of substances keep their distance from me, as I am allergic (despite all claims that NO ONE can be allergic to pot smoke, I am) to most of them, and just never had an interest in using the ones I am not allergic to.

So, that is me. No grand standing, just a guy, wanting to tell tales with words. Give my stuff a try, spread the word if you like something, don't if you hate it. Your choice.