Hi, My name is Eric Josephson. I am a father of three adult children (with three on the way… I better explain that). My girl Melissa above also has three children and we are slowly integrating our own version of the Brady Bunch.

I am an avid fiction and horror reader. Check out my blog posts and I am sure I will drivel on about that there. One writer I would like to focus on, even though I do not know him personally, is Jonathan Maberry. The reason I am here and writing is in large part due to him and the resources he makes available on his personal site. His advice, his examples on how to organize have made my efforts possible and I hope to shake his hand someday and thank him.

Aside from writing, I am an IT guy by trade and work for a great company wit ha team of people that care about what they do. I also play Babyfoot Foosball at a pretty high level and love my Foosball family. I drive a lot and love to see the world by car. US? Sure love to go coast to coast anytime with my girl. I also have traveled extensively in Europe. This is thanks in no small part to my parents who moved us to Germany for my sophomore and junior years in high school. They truly opened a world to me, and I hope that conveys in my writing, as I have pulled at times directly from those experiences and places. Going to school on military base in the early 1980’s carried its own realization of what the cold war was like then. With the knowledge that the base could be overrun in a matter of hours if hostilities had broken out.

My father worked for IBM, so we lived “on the economy” as the military brats called it. I lived in a town called Weil im Schonbuch, south of Stuttgart. Interestingly, I met and rode the bus to Boblingen several times with an ancient German man (to a fifteen year old kid) Herr Hartmann,  who, if we were riding on the same bus, would sit and talk with me. He had a kind smile and spoke very good English. After a couple of trips where we discussed the war, he told me he was a pilot during the war. My brother is and was then a WW2 buff, and I kinda was too. To his shock I asked, “Erich Hartmann?” I was sitting with “The Black Devil”, a fighter pilot ace for the Germans beyond compare. Politics aside, he always treated me with great respect and excellent conversation. He had grown up in Weil im Schoonbuch, a fact I learned years later. He died there in that tiny little town too a decade after we moved back to the US.

I hope you take the time to read my book. Maybe more in the future? If not, I am still absolutely loving the experience.

Eric J Josephson