[DamnInteresting]

Originally, my primary passion (non-fiction writing) arose as a form of escapism. I was unhappy with my life due to a bad marriage; she turned out to be a nasty person and a secret hoarder who spent us into the poor house within a few years. I had long been trying to write fiction, but I found none of it worthy of exposure to the public. So I decided to try my hand at non-fiction. After all, I had been collecting knowledge of strange true stories for as long as I could recall. Writing served me well in distracting me from the crappy situation I inhabited.

In a way I was lucky; I discovered this passion and acted upon it when it was possible to launch a small website, start publishing, and have a reasonable opportunity to cultivate an audience (ca. 2005). The site now has tens of thousands of monthly readers. I still love writing non-fiction, but my life is much better these days. I divorced the wretch, married a great woman, and started a family. It's harder to find time to scratch the writing itch, but I still find scraps of time here and there.