I write fiction, but not full-time (not yet).
Until that glorious day, I haul freight around the United States in a semi-truck to earn money. I used to design websites, and before that, I was a strength coach.
I prefer the life of a nomad. A hunter-gatherer, not a farmer. An artist, not a conformist. I value the mobility afforded by minimalism over the illusory comforts of owning too many things.
I’m equal parts Taoist, Stoic, and whatever adherents of Robert Pirsig’s Metaphysics of Quality call themselves. But fuck labels.
When I’m not driving, I’m writing. When I’m not reading, I’m hiking.
Watching standup comedy, movies, and mixed martial arts fills in the gaps, usually in the company of the most beautiful and loving woman in the world, my sweet Eve.