I entered the fiction writing madhouse after spending far too many years generating advertising and web page content. My novels focus on science-fiction thrillers, with a dash of campy thrown in for fun. I’ve written for years in my other business endeavors and always dreamed of being published as a fiction writer. Cutting your teeth in the business world might be a bit dry, but you learn to develop a narrative and keep schedules.

I also teach martial arts. This helps when writing physical conflict. I find fight scenes to be one of the most enjoyable and yet difficult parts of a story to master. I’ve taken this knowledge of fight scene mechanics and teach a course on the topic at writer conferences.

Building stuff with my hands is a common hobby. Even if the creative medium changes, the creativity does not. I bring this up because it points to a relevance I try to maintain in all my stories. The science and technology must work. Things rust, oil dries up, the sun burns the skin, and people get thirsty. These concepts need to be considered when writing. All too often I read a book and realize at some point that the author got it wrong with his or her science. This bugs me, and if you find an instance such as this in one of my stories, drop me a note and I will research the matter. There is a caveat, though. When writing fiction, rules are made to be broken, including the laws of physics.

My stories are typically inspired by some observation from my life. Maybe I saw a person walking down the street and their gait or mannerisms sparked a quest to define the person in a story, or a location may jump out at me, spurring a creative burst.

Rye Ironstone is a bit of an alter ego for me. We all have our issues, and that’s why I like Rye so much. I get lots of questions regarding who Rye is based upon. The honest answer is no one and everyone I’ve ever met. When I created the character, I blended a bit of Jack Burton’s idiotic bravado and Kolchak the Night Stalker’s ability to experience the craziest of encounters. Rye is a chance for me to write a fun adventure where you root for the hero even though he has several shortcomings.

Gael Gale Ph.D. is in a large respect my mother. The finger thing does exist, and my mother was a master of grabbing fingers and controlling four unruly children. Of course, the technique lost its effectiveness when we grew to tower over her.

Born in Georgia and residing in Massachusetts during early and mid-teen years, my life was jolted with daily culture shock. Then I moved to Florida while in high school and completed my degree at the University of North Florida. I classify myself as an East Coast southern guy. Redneck no. Old South to a point—the years outside Boston scrubbed a lot of the gentility from me.

I now spend my time between my home in Florida and Texas.