Who in the world is William K Elliott?
Way back when the world was flat, the Ice Age was just starting to thaw, and I was in high school, I used to dabble in the writing of short stories. It seemed like a great idea, after all, my head was full of stories and how else to convey them but write them down.
But then there were girls, cars, girls, motorcycles, girls, and even on occasion, school. Did I mention girls? In any case, the idea of writing was left to simmer on some proverbial "back burner" deep within my brain. Despite the best efforts of my peers I survived, and even graduated high school (thanks Ms. Bayona, I still owe you one!). An attempt was made at college, but they cancelled all my classes in the first two weeks (except for health, which they then tried to charge me for--but that's another story). Being the average teen (short sighted and stupid) I opted to go to work . Note to any teen reading this: College or a Trade School, I don't care, but go to one of them, DAMN IT!
I tried my hand as an auto mechanic before moving up to the "American Nightmare" of owning your own business (OK, the truth is, for the most part I enjoyed it). Sometime near the end of my dream/nightmare, I met a wonderful woman who was just crazy enough to marry me. Fortunately, even after eleven years of being my wife, she still hasn't come to her senses! As it turns out, this marriage thing has been pivotal in my becoming a writer, but more on that in a moment.
My wife (she'll remain anonymous so she can retain some semblance of "plausible deniability") is a great influence on me. Frankly, she's my hero. She has Multiple Sclerosis, an autoimmune disease afflicting the brain and spinal column. MS does its best to kick her ass, but she kicks it right back. More interesting still is that MS is probably responsible for our getting married (she told me thinking it would run me away. It didn't.) as well as for my writing.
A couple years ago we moved from the Washington, DC area to the Knoxville area of Tennessee for her job. We love the area, but more importantly, she loves her job. The problem is, MS makes it difficult for her to do some things (like put in earrings or vacuum the house) and so I became a "house-husband." I help with meals, keeping up with the house, laundry, etc.. And in return I get to, well, stay at home! And that's where this whole writing thing has come in. You see, I am... well... I'm past 40 which means I have done that whole "midlife crisis" thing. Some men get a mistress (who has time?), others buy a sports-car (Where do they get the money?); I started writing.
So this brings you pretty much "up to date." Welcome to my world! It's pretty crazy in here, but it can be fun to watch. If you have any questions, suggestions, or if you'd just like to send a mocking email, please hit the contact button at the top of the page.
William K Elliott