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About
the Author
I'm not about to write an autobiography, however, I suppose it would be proper to include some biographical information about myself, since I am the author of all of the stories included within this website. I was born Richard M. Turner in St. Johns, Newfoundland, Canada, or at least, that is what I'm told, though I do have some doubts. My mother told me I was born on a U.S. Air Force Base located in that locality while father was stationed there in 1958. She showed me the legal birth papers, and I have to admit, I wasn't quite convinced. There were a bunch of "XXX's" typed over some of the information that had been typed in before and I had to wonder why this was so. Mother could offer no credible explanation for such carelessness except that "it doesn't matter". Hmm... curious... a bunch of x's are typed over some information at the bottom of my birth-certificate and according to my mom, it isn't important. I dunno, forgive me if I have some doubts there, mother. Anywho, my childhood was severely complicated by lots of bad luck, awful accidents, and a step-brother that hated me with a passion and tortured me with sadistic delight. Forgive me if i have nothing whatsoever nice to say about him, since he obviously hated me and enjoyed making me suffer. He was a selfish spoiled brat that cursed the day i was born, probably because it was just one year after him and he hated the way mother turned her attention to me and began paying less attention to him. Ah, sibling-rivalry... too bad neither of my parents knew a dang thing about human psychology. Well, to make a long story short, my cruel step-brother's selfish manipulations did some very serious damage to my life, and neither step-father or mother were there to help when I needed them. Step-brother conspired with step-father to have me sent away during the summer of 1975, even though i didn't want to go. I had a girlfriend at the time that i was just getting to know, i was 17 y.o. and my hormones were busting out of the seams. But step-brother was jealous and he wanted the girl for himself, so he told my mother she was a "whore" and mother arranged for me to spend the summer with my older brother, who was living in Virginia, and stationed with the Navy. I didn't want to go, but the pressure from my step-father and mother forced me. It was one of the biggest mistakes I ever made in my life. Mother finally admitted she made a mistake 7 years later, in 1982. That was when she told me that someone had told her Lisa was a whore. She didn't say exactly who told her this, but i eventually figured it out. Nonetheless, despite finding out the truth, it was much too late to make any difference. Mother obviously detected something of a bleeding heart on my part, and this was the case, but there was nothing that could be done about it and only time could heal such a wound. Before that wound had fully healed I had decided I was not the least bit happy with my family-given name, because it had developed the reputation of a troublesome loser during the late 70s and early 80s, so I decided I wanted a change. It was in 1983, after almost a year of homelessness, that I began writing science-fiction under the pseudonym "Nick Zentor" and I liked the name so much, I kept it. Nick Zentor, 8/29/2006 |
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