About the Author
I'm a pseudonym, however while the novels I write are purely fictional, I drop seeds of truth in my writings as I have led a lucky life, while traveling in the performance of my enjoyable working career, I've had the very good fortune to live in some beautiful places, such as Hawaii where I lived on Maui and Kauai while working on major projects.
My writings include the background of my dreams and desires, such as the fifty-nine foot sailboat Susurrus, which I designed in Autocad, based on Ocean sixties used for single-handed around the world racing, as a potential retirement dream to sail the Pacific ocean. I learned to sail living aboard a boat in San Francisco Bay, I lived on a power boat along a sail boat in the adjacent berth there.
My work involved programming control systems for industrial plants like refinery process or power plants like the unit on Kauai or water treatment on Maui, a pumping station for a dam in California. I spent several months developing a program for a programmable controller that when connected to inputs such as GPS and radar could find the boat's place on the globe, outputs for the likes of winches and rudder, the boat would plot a course to a given latitude and longitude, sail there within constraints when tacking, avoid landmasses and traffic on the ocean, thereby I could sail in comfort single-handed, and even sleep.
This became the basis for the Susurrus series, while Mitch Torrance is pure fiction, I portray his exploits while aboard a truly believable craft, his experiences sprinkled with events of my life such as fishing off the Hawaiian islands, (very enjoyable), the filleting of the Mahi-Mahi on the deck, the color flashing I've seen it, it's quite remarkable. While hauling a three hundred pound yellow-fin tuna aboard is not very easily done even by two men, (yes I caught one) It actually takes hours and is quite exhausting.
I write for pleasure, my readers I've heard from seem to enjoy the mental escape the characters offer, hopefully envisioning the beauty of warm tropical islands air wafting with sweet scents of Plumeria flowers, Ginger plants and delicate ocean breezes. While becoming almost acquaintances with Mitch and Sally.
My writing while I do wish to be found captivating, is my release from life, we all want this at times no matter where we are or what we're doing, even myself living a dream life on an island, edge of the sea watching terns and frigate birds going about their lives feeding and raising their young, local fishermen trawling for the days catch, I find life so interesting, enjoyable, yet so very fragile, we all need moments of escape, to briefly envision soft sandy beaches, warm sunlight, salt spray on our faces.
If for what ever reason, this isn't conveyed in my efforts, by all means let me know, for my intent is to make you expect, envision and perhaps if I can, get you to somehow interact with the characters, stand on the deck of Susurrus, wipe salt spray from your face and duck flying rounds from attacking pirates. Or wonder what aboard the Susurrus, Mitch and Sally will do next, Jack and Sandy in Shadowfox, where will they go after their recovery?
I just want to give my readers a however brief, time, some relief and escape from ordinary life.
Please enjoy my efforts?
Yours in the wisps of fiction,
More about the books here
Some random quotes...
My favorite passage:
A Quote from Sterling Hayden's Book, Wanderer
”To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise, you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea... "cruising" it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about.”
"I've always wanted to sail to the South Seas, but I can't afford it." What these men can't afford is not to go. They are en meshed in the cancerous discipline of "security." And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it our lives are gone.
What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's all - in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by. The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?”
- Sterling Hayden (Wanderer, 1973)
As quoted by Stuart Kiehl
Life itself while full of extreme highs and low points... is nothing more than a journey through time that contains a series of "forks in the road of life"... or simple choices that each of us weigh, some more heavily than others, and then we make those decisions that eventually lead us to our final destiny... there is no one but ourselves ultimately responsible for our individual position in life.
from: Troy E. Johnson circa 1981