Michael was born on April 1st, 1968 in Detroit, Michigan. Though the years he has lived in many places, both in the states and overseas. He joined the Army right out of High School where he served as a turbine engine mechanic, military police, and Calvary Scout. This included serving in Saudi Arabia for Desert Storm and Bosnia. Out of the service he spent time as a bookkeeper, corporate investigator, telecom engineer before returning to one of his earliest loves, computer programming. While he was getting his degree for that he worked at a Subway. He brings all that experience and is driving thirst to read about almost everything to his writing. While his writing is science fiction, it is firmly based on good scientific theory. He hates reading stories where the author ignores how things are or actually work just to move the plot forward so strives to avoid those at all costs.
I never understood why most sci-fi writers shy away from having really anything sexually enticing in their works. I don't make a point of adding a sexual side to things, it's just it is part of the story.
Firing of the Crucible
Rising quickly against protesting muscles and sheets that were stuck to her body, she reached over and keyed a few quick commands. The image from the long range scanners came up on her wall at the foot of the bed. There, in all its ordinary and unique beauty was the planet that most likely would confirm the doom of her race. But, by some very tiny chance, might prove its salvation. And not just hers, but all of the races in the Dvane Empire. Shaking herself, she rose fully and headed for the cleanser. Entering it, she waved it on. As the hot water streamed out from every direction she gasped and then relaxed into it, letting the streams pound away the layers of sweat. She pulled her fingers through her flaming tresses, the only real visible hair on her body besides eyelashes.