The other INKers know me, so this is for the hordes of INK fans (The Inklings, unofficial sex motto: "Come get an INKling"):
I'm the author of "Meditations on Violence", which has been getting pretty good reviews on Amazon and was in its second or third printing last I checked. I've done a chapter in "The Way to Black Belt" two in "Fighter's Fact Book 2: Street Fighting Essentials" and wrote the sarcastic introduction (Marc "Animal" MacYoung wrote the sensitive introduction) to the soon to be released "Little Black Book of Violence".
So my publishing credits are all nonfiction, which is fine with me. I actually have a problem reading most fiction because it sucks. I have serious problems with plots that hinge on character stupidity to work; evil bad guys described by an author who wouldn't know evil (the extreme, like Saddam or Pol Pot who did things that would shock Steven King nor the mundane, like the local man who wouldn't let the neighbor molest his daughter because that was his right as the father and he didn't share); that don't understand anything about physical conflict... I summed up genre fiction at a convention once, "It's like most of the authors have never been in a fight and only had sex- with a partner- once."
The few fiction authors I do like have been there, done that and either write close to the bone or laugh about the unlaughable.
Non-writing stuff: Martial arts since 1981. Started working Corrections in 1991 and during that time taught officers, led a tactical team, was point man for mental health issues, worked and played with Search and Rescue and spent a lot of time with hard core criminals. Then I got bored and went to a certain dry and sandy country. Though in the mountains on the North, where I am, it has rained almost every day for two weeks.
INK blogs are more about the writing process than what I share on my personal blog. That sounds good.
Carole, Steve, Kami- thanks for the welcome. I'll try not to make anybody cry.