Bio: After graduating from high school at 16, Linda Forman attended Penn State for about 15 minutes. One afternoon while she was playing pinochle, people started running around shouting that someone killed President Kennedy. No one believed it, but everyone went to the dorm, where there was a TV set in the lobby, and discovered that JFK was dead. Linda climbed a mountain with a friend and a fifth of Canadian Club and didn't come down for three days. She then left college and went to California. She pumped gas, waited tables, and wrote. She sold doughnuts, answered phones, and wrote. She hitchhiked something like 40,000 miles, and she wrote. Eventually, she got a job writing advertising copy, which led to a management position in strategic planning, and she wrote. She made some money, and retired at 45. That was ten years ago. Now she's tired of being retired, and she hasn't yet decided what she wants to be when she grows up. So she's working on websites, and writing. When she isn't writing, she reads science fiction, archaeology, ancient history, mythology, politics, and religious theory. She lives in Grand Terrace (neither Grand nor Terraced), California, with her husband, Skipper Ric, their 16 year old, blind, deaf, diabetic dog, Obie Wan, and their cat, Anakin.