For several years, I’ve been putting my uncanny knack for grammar and punctuation, diction and syntax, plus an eclectic mental collection of facts, to good use as a Wielder of the Red Pen of Doom (editor).
I’m physically disabled, and I currently live with my smugly good-looking twin Paul, who writes military science fiction and refuses to talk about his military service because he can’t. Sometimes Paul and I collaborate on stories, and sometimes I just edit whatever he writes. It’s worked out rather well so far.
My list of non-writing-related jobs from the past includes librarian, art model, high school teacher, science lab gofer… Although I have no spouse or offspring to tell you about, I do have many cats. (The preferred term is Insane Cat Gentleman, in case you’re wondering, or just Crazy Cat Guy if you’re being informal.) I spend my time blogging here at North of Andover, reading a lot of science fiction and fantasy, editing, and fending off multiple cats who like my desk better than my twin’s.
I’m a writer, archaeologist, anthropologist, and geologist. I currently live in New Mexico, where all the cool kids hang out, with too many cats. (Is there such a thing?)
Like most authors, I’ve had an eclectic career path. I’ve worked as a retail gofer, a food service monkey, brute laborer, a Rennie, a writer for the RPG industry, and many other rewarding jobs that didn’t pay enough to feed me or my cats.
I really love archaeology, and no, I haven’t found any tombs with ancient evils lurking. I plan to keep it that way.
You probably noticed that Paul and I seem not to have the same surname. Well, there’s a reason for that: Weaver is actually my middle name. If you happen to see both of us at the same time (unlikely, since I’m something of a hermit, but it could happen), I’m the one with long hair and no beard. Also, I don’t wear a hat.