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Biographical Information
Ah, there you are. Why don’t you get comfortable, kick off your shoes and
settle down in your chair. I’ll tell you a story, for that’s what I am—a
tale spinner, a storyteller. But beware; the tales I tell are a mix of
fact and fancy, and it is up to you to know the line between truth and
fiction.
Once upon a time, there was a boy who wanted to write. He filled his
imagination with stories by Ray Bradbury, Issac Asimov and Arthur Clark.
Downstairs was an old, black L.C. Smith typewriter. It had white, round
button keys and visible linkage. The boy settled down to hammer out his
stories armed with nothing more than the notions buzzing around in his
head.
Time went on and the boy grew to a man and went to college. Along the way,
he lost the magic. The daily toil of term papers, pop quizzes and written
comps stifled his creative spark. During those years, he met the most
important people in his life. The first was the song of his heart—Cathy,
his life mate, and the other, the savior of his soul—Jesus the Son of God.
Graduation, marriage and settling down to build a home all came in quick
succession. The author without a story worked as a technical writer at the
dawn of the PC era. It was a soulless, drab job describing terminal
emulators and detailing software systems. But it was work, and he had rent
to pay. Eventually, Jimmy Carter faded away and Ronald Reagan rode in from
the west.
They bought a house, raised a family and started a business. Technology
was changing rapidly so he decided to master one of the new wonder tools—
relational databases. It turned out he was a natural. The idea of bits and
bytes, SQL and C, LANs, WANs and broadbands never stymied him. Times and
seasons changed, the kids grew and the Soviet Empire collapsed.
Every so often he would bring up a file on his word processor. A story
glimmered just beyond his vision. Desperately, he set to write it down
before it fled back to the ether. Sometimes he made it as far as ten or
twenty pages only to see the words unravel. He dabbled with short stories
and vignettes, but the boy inside the man knew he only wanted to write
novels.
The dark season came that every child must ultimately face—the death of a
parent. Cancer galloped hard and fast. In less than seven months, the
man’s father succumbed to disease. But a curious thing happened (we might
miss it if we don’t pay attention). The father believed in Biblical
blessings, and in those waning days he gave his to the boy who wanted to
write.
Weeks later a story beckoned again. The man sought to turn away from the
summons. He thought he had put his dreams away, but this yarn demanded his
attention. Reluctantly he settled before a blank page on his computer
screen and started to write. The first twenty pages went by and he still
had a story to write. Twenty pages became one hundred and ultimately Point
of Honor.
Was it a fluke? Could he do it again? Blood Covenant came next, followed
by Reap the Whirlwind and Rogue State. There was the minor detail about
getting published, and some bad decisions along the way, but the boy who
needed to write has stories to tell.
So there’s my story. I’m a writer, data base administrator, businessman,
shooter and blackbelt. Cathy and I have three kids, one of whom is newly
married, one in college and one in high school.
Besides running a consulting business, I try to work on my writing
projects every day. As I write these words, Firewall waits at my elbow for
a final read, and Scorched Earth is partially written on my laptop. My
goal is to go shooting twice a month, and I shoot everything from FN FAL
rifles to Lugers to Glocks. If I write about a personal weapon, chances
are I have used it.
I am a third degree blackbelt. I do two skills workouts, two cardio
workouts and one full contact sparring session each week. My sparring
partner, Brian, has helped me figure out more than one fight sequence.
My number one goal in writing is to entertain you—the reader. My second
goal is to make you think. The things I write about could be tomorrow’s
CNN headline: chemical weapons in Iraq; backpack nukes in New York;
Chinese missiles in Panama; Chechen assassins in Washington. My final goal
is to do the very best research I can, regarding the history, technology
and politics.
Give one of the books a try. You won’t be disappointed and I hope you will
come back for more.
Doug De Bono
Along the way, he discovered Alistair MacLean, Desmond Bagley and Robert
Ludlum. His parents indulged his musings and read his scribbling—none of
which were very good. He wrote about space ships and spies, soldiers and
heroes. Eventually he garnered an electric typewriter and the old, black
Smith was relegated to the closet.
Minneapolis, MN
January 2003
![]() Brian St. George and me during one of our regular Friday sparring sessions. I'm the one with the flag T-Shirt. |
VIDEO Self Defence from 4th Degree Test.
This section is for all of you who think I might be a paper tiger. I generally spar once or twice a week. These photos are from a regularly scheduled sparring session on Friday afternoons. This is full contact sparring (while we try not to kill each other, we do hit with authority). I’m the one with the flag T-shirt. My sparring partner for the last ten years is Brian St. George. I’m currently a 3rd Degree Black Belt, and Brian is a 2nd. That doesn’t count for much on Friday afternoons; because we have sparred so many times it is hard to come up with surprises. Having said that, Brian is one of the best fighters I face on a regular basis. |
Photo credit: Lukasz Jarzyna. By the way, Luc was out there with us and he nearly got clobbered a couple times.
![]() Brand new Fourth Degree. |
![]() Sometimes I get the upper hand. |
![]() Sometimes Brian does |
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