This page sparked to life on a damp Saturday afternoon.
Rejection letters are forthcoming.
I've been writing and publishing non-fiction for six years. But we might as well start at the beginning and work our way to the present, our heads turned in the general direction of the past, our shoulders bare to the future. It'll be brief. This won't hurt a bit. I was conceived in the Dutch island of Curacao in 1974, and whisked away a month before my birth to Bucaramanga, Colombia, then shipped, four months later, to Caracas, Venezuela, where my father worked as a quality control engineer for three years.