While I was beginning to organize this site, I waffled on whether I actually needed an “About Me” page.
So, I conceded to a “twenty questions” version of an introduction.
Name: Daniel L. Brenton
Age: Let’s just say I was born in the last century. (The latter half, at least.)
Place of Residence: Las Vegas, Nevada. I like this city. If it weren’t for the drivers I’d love this city.
Marital Status: (You know, that’s not one of those questions you’re legally able to ask in a job interview.) Married. My first, her last. All right, my last, too.
Children: (You’re not supposed to ask that one either.)
Originally From: Indiana. About 50 years south of Fort Wayne.
Hobbies: HA HA Ha ha (snort, chuckle).
Employer: I’m a writer, dammit. Next question.
Prefer Cats or Dogs: Cats, yes. I’m a writer, so I’m supposed to have a cat. I don’t have one at the moment, but that will probably change.
Since You’re a Writer, Are You Alcoholic? That’s the tradition, isn’t it? No, I hardly ever drink, period. It’s not a moral issue, it’s just that drinking makes me stupid, and I don’t enjoy being stupid.
Questions I decided not to answer:
Sexual Orientation: (What did you want, a date or something?)
Interests: It would be easier to tell you what I’m not interested in. On second thought, it would be easier the other way.
Race: Can’t you tell from the picture? (Actually, I have a tiny bit of American Indian blood on my mother’s side, from the Miami tribe, which used to dwell in the northwestern area of what is now Indiana. I have no idea why the name wound up attached to Florida. (Seriously. I have a bit of an epicanthic fold in my eyelids to prove it.) Otherwise, I think I’m basically a White Anglo-Saxon Mutt.)
Sorry, no more questions.