In high school I discovered “classic literature” and the likes of Charles Dickens, Joseph Conrad, Jane Austen, and Mark Twain. I read historical non-fiction and true crime.
As I grew older I turned to other genres-not because I’d outgrown the fantasy section, but because I’d read the whole thing and needed something new. Here I discovered Anne McCaffrey, Robin McKinley, Madeline L’Engle, Lloyd Alexander, and Fred Saberhagen. When I was finally old enough to go the library on my own I went almost every day, devouring book after book until the librarians knew me by name. We had a library just a few blocks from my house-the Sprague Library in Sugarhouse, a place very dear to my heart-though one of the intervening streets was a very busy one that we were forbidden to cross without our parents.
My assistants will be a pair of hunting dogs named Cecil and Percy. I imagine that I will do so while wearing a tweed suit, ideally with elbow patches. I’d like to think that, some day in the far-flung future, I’ll retire and teach British poetry in a college somewhere I’ll find a way to combine John Keats, Emily Bronte, and A.A. I thought for a time I was going to be a poet, and I still have a strong love of poetry. I grew up in the US, in the state of Utah, and spent my childhood reading, writing, and learning everything I could. I’d like to think I’ve come a long way since then. In second grade I announced to my parents that I was going to be a writer, and promptly wrote a Choose Your Own Adventure book about a maze that was literally impossible to escape-no matter which options you chose, you just kept going around in circles. So there.) My parents were avid readers and SF/Fantasy fans, and they began my education early: I saw Star Wars in the theater when I was four months old, my dad read me The Hobbit when I was six, and I’ve been hooked on everything like it ever since. (Okay, I admit, any day in March is technically a sentence, but March 4th is the only non-numeric sentence. I was born in 1977, on March 4th-the only day of the year that’s also a sentence, so I may have been predestined to be a writer. He has been nominated for both the Hugo and the Campbell Award, and has won two Parsec Awards for his podcast Writing Excuses. He is the author of the Partials series and the John Cleaver series. Born in Utah, he spent his early years reading and writing. Dan Wells writes in a variety of genres, from dark humor to science fiction to supernatural thriller.
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