I’m a novelist, science writer, and storyteller. Here’s what I look like:
When I was little I’d write about dinosaurs with flatulence problems and sharks attacking alien ships. As I grew older, and expanded my library beyond adventure books to include young-people-sitting-and-thinking books, my stories became a little less exciting. That carried over into my first novel, The Wages of Genius, which is all about a single day in the life of an office worker. It’s kind of funny, though, since he thinks he’s the reincarnation of Albert Einstein.
I won’t give away the ending.
A few years later, prompted by requests from my nieces and nephews, I decided to try writing a more adventurous novel. The result, Fish, is filled with pirates, puzzles, and grand journeys. In the years since I’ve been going back and forth between fiction and nonfiction, adventure and science. You can check out the rest of my books here.
This isn’t really a bio, is it? What else? I used to be a pretty fast swimmer. I’m happily married with three kids. We live on Martha’s Vineyard, an island off the coast of Cape Cod. I enjoy reading, drinking coffee, surfing, hanging with my family, open-water swimming, and making stuff.
Sometimes, late in the day, I lie down on the floor of my office and close my eyes for a little while. Don’t tell anyone, though. That makes me seem unprofessional.
I prefer black shoes and sneakers, almost exclusively.
My wife and kids are awesome. None of them run like me, which is great. I run like a duck.
When I bike, I wear a ski helmet, because I’m cheap, and I feel weird about owning more than one helmet.
I started a cool little private publishing business last year. Our first book is about a beautiful boat. Shocker, right?
My pickup truck’s name is Marvin. He has a short bed, but he’s fine with it.
Oh, and I think you’re wonderful. Really, I do.