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This is awkward. Talking about me is not one of my favorite things (a slight untruth, almost everyone likes to talk about his/herself). I suppose the things most relevant are my interests.

--History: Roman, Soviet, Russian, English, French, Europe, Japan, in no particular order --Linguistics --Science Fiction --Fantasy --Politics --Writing --Music: Bach, Vivaldi, Mozart, Weiss, Rush, Led Zeppelin, Jethro Tull, U2

I'm 37. I'm completely disabled. I'm a full-time father--the most challenging, but rewarding experience I've ever had. Sometimes the left-turns forced on us, unlike most of the voluntary ones, put us in places to experience wonders we never imagined. Being the "full-time" care-giver of my five year old daughter has taught me more about girls and women than I ever imagined--but the fairer sex still remains almost a complete mystery.

My dearest dream, after raising my daughter to be a good person, is to succeed as a writer. To create my own epic. Ironically, it seems I have a talent for historical romances. I want to leave something behind that will still touch people long after I'm dust.

I don't know what more to add, except that I live outside Las Vegas, not far from Boulder City, NV.

And, last but in no way least, I'm married to a woman who's not even a little bit like anyone else I've ever known. I long thought the true test of happiness in a relationship was the drippy, dippy dreams of poetry. What I've discovered is that “true” love is when your person stands by you even when you're driving them absolutely up a tree. That he or she can see what’s loveable within you even though you’re not acting loveable at all.

I think that's about enough of this exercise in self-mortification.