Mark Henry traded a career in the helping profession to scar minds with his fiction. He attributes his ideas to premature exposure to horror movies and/or witnessing adult cocktail parties in the ’70s. His development has been further skewed by surviving earthquakes, typhoons, and two volcanic eruptions. Despite being disaster prone, he somehow continues to live and breathe. He resides in the oft maligned, yet not nearly as soggy as you’d think, Pacific Northwest, with his wife and two furry monsters that think they’re children. |