Growing up, reading was both an inspiration and an escape—an opportunity to explore a world far beyond our farm and small town in rural Pennsylvania. Authors like Tom Clancy, David Morrell, John le Carré, and Robert Ludlum became guides of a sort. In many ways, they inspired not only the stories I wanted to tell, but the life I hoped to lead.
Life, however, has a way of taking unexpected turns. The path I chose eventually took me around the world in service to my country. I found myself living experiences that were often stranger, more complex, and more morally ambiguous than the fiction I had grown up reading. Along the way, I collected stories, lessons, and more than a few ghosts. During those years, writing fiction remained a distant aspiration, one that had to wait until other obligations were fulfilled.
Today, I have the privilege of returning to the passion that started it all. The experiences, people, triumphs, failures, and hard-earned lessons of those years inevitably find their way into my work.
Now, the first act is over. The next chapters are being written.