heartbreak, and general frustration. All of this coaching and patient explanation came at the expense of her own editing time; for this I apologize profusely. I am quite certain Elizabeth accomplishes more before breakfast than the rest of us do in a long day, which makes the considerable time she devoted to me doubly significant.
Aj Reznor is in some ways responsible more than anyone else for this book finally coming to fruition. Not because he read and edited chapters along the way; not because helped me find a publisher or led the marketing of my ‘brand;’ but because he gave me some place to go, mentally, to escape the claustrophobia and disorientation that accompany immersion in a different universe for long periods at a time. He was, in other words, my on-call reality check. Every author needs one of those, especially those authors who delve into deep places and obscure dark corners in search of plots or characters.Thanks, Aj. You’re a true friend.
Robert G. Ferrell
La Vernia, Texas, USA
4 June 2013
About the Author
Robert G. Ferrell was born in Houston, Texas, USA, in 1957. He holds a B.S. in Biology, (almost) an M.S. in Avian Ecology, and has drifted in and out of graduate programs in Pre-Biotic Chemistry and Medicine. He has been writing for publication since the late 1970s, garnering recognition for technical writing, fiction, poetry, and humor. He was a finalist for the Robert Benchley Society Humor Writing Award in 2011 and a semifinalist in 2012. Robert has been published in three humor anthologies: “My Funny Valentine,” “My Funny Major Medical,” and “Open Doors: Fractured Fairy Tales.” He was also a finalist for the 2012 Atlanta Review Poetry Competition, and his recent novella, “Theopraxis” was a finalist in the 2012 William Faulkner-William Wisdom Creative Writing Competition. He has been a popular columnist for ;login: magazine since 2006.
Robert lives with his wife Adrienne and roughly three cats in rural Wilson County, Texas. When not writing, Robert can be found engaged in ham radio, playing/recording music, reproducing medieval calligraphy and illumination, or doing the gob-smack in his pool.
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