Dr. Hodge's wife is dying of cancer.
His wife disappears.
The cops come asking questions.
He presents them with her ashes.
Six months later, Dr. Hodges disappears in a boating accident.
He's presumed dead.
This is the story of what really happened.
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Ken was born in the great state of Nebraska. By age three he couldn't wait to leave so he convinced his father to take a job at a law school in Little Rock, Arkansas, knowing that he would probably one day need legal advice for one reason or another (we won't go into why.) When his father later remarried another lawyer, Ken decided that was two too many lawyers so he decided against the law as a career choice.
He did get one thing from all three of parents (well, at least one): a love of books. He read The Hobbit for the first time in the sixth grade and fell in love with stories. Eventually, he got the hair-brained idea he could tell stories, too, though it took him many, many, many, many years to become good at it and to find a story worth telling. He went to Hendrix College, where he developed a life-long love affair with science. He graduated with a useless degreee in Psychology with an emphasis in pre-med.
He had the hair-brained idea to go to medical school once, which really was a hair-brained idea so he eventually (many, many, many years later) returned to his original hair-brained idea of telling stories, only now he had some stories to tell. The best advice he can give to aspiring writers is to have adventures because whatever doesn't kill you, gives you something to write about. As Dennis DeYoung of Styx fame says, dreams do come true. But what he doesn't tell you is that they only happen with a lot of blood, sweat, and tears. He would never discourage someone's dreams, but he would caution that it will be the hardest thing you've ever done or will do. Dreams will suck you dry, if you let them, so balance them with life and enjoy the ride.