I was born in Plymouth, England in the late fifties. Dad was an oceanographer, so we moved around a bit. At the age of six, I took my first airplane ride: an Atlantic crossing in a Pan-Am 707. While dad took a sabbatical at Scripps, I attended La Jolla Elementary, where they put me in a remedial reading program. Thank you, Dr. Seuss. I wrote my first story there. We went back to England on the Queen Elizabeth. During two years attending a public school in Plymouth, I devoured all the Dr. Doolittle and Professor Branestawm books; anything that made me laugh.
We moved to Winnipeg, Manitoba when I was nine. At around twelve, I first handled the controls of an aircraft- a glider at my brother’s club. First deadline: stayed up all night to finish my grade six homework, a mystery story. I still have it. It’s awful. Became a Canadian, and last time I checked, I still had dual citizenship.I paid a visit to England at fifteen, and on a side-trip, crossed the English Channel by hovercraft. By then I was devouring science fiction and anything that looked like it. Around then I wrote my first science fiction story, about a research vessel that retrieves an alien probe from the ocean. I managed a twist on the ending, and the teacher asked me to read it out loud for the class.
I finished high school by correspondence from Cronulla, New South Wales while dad was on sabbatical in Australia. While there I visited the Great Barrier Reef in a flying boat at seventeen. Back in Canada, university didn’t work out. I failed all my science courses, but aced Medieval Literature. It did not penetrate that I was better with words than numbers. I dropped out and learned to fly at eighteen, near Winnipeg. My first writing sale was a humorous anecdote from my flight training days for Reader’s Digest. It made the International edition, and paid $200.
My first flying job was dropping skydivers on weekends. Bonus perk: free jumps. I got two short stories published in CanPara under the pen name Conway Brown, including “Jumping Through a Loophole” a speculative fiction piece that featured a parachutist and an airship.
I spent some years as a seasonal bush pilot, working in Cochrane, Ontario; Thompson and Wabowden in Manitoba, where I met my wife; and La Ronge, Saskatchewan.
When flying was slow, I took a night-school course to learn radio announcing and worked at CJRL in Kenora, Ontario for three years.
I still live in Kenora, but I went back to flying and transitioned from float planes to turbine twins. I mostly fly judges and lawyers to remote communities in Northwestern Ontario. Because flying airplanes is my work, my vacations often involve trips by car. I like food and wine, so I started blogging to share my road trips with like-minded friends. Restaurant reviews became a part of it, but restaurants come and go, so you may find broken links to menus.
I got serious about my hobby of writing science fiction a few years ago. I started taking writing workshops and attending writing gatherings in Kenora and Winnipeg. I adopted the pen name Timothy Gwyn and wrote a science fiction short story that won a prize. The contest was small, but the judge was Robert J. Sawyer, a famous Canadian author of SF. I have completed one novel, pitched it to publishers and signed a contract with Five Rivers. Avians is an SF adventure about girls, gliders and airships, and it’s tentatively scheduled for release in August of 2017. I’m working on a sequel, and I’ve also published a couple of short stories, with more to come. Those years as a radio announcer weren’t wasted; I’m active on the narration team for the podcasts of Antipodean SF.
Many of my vacation trips are now built around a SF conventions, and my travel blog (formerly known as Tim’s Road Noise) has been merged into Timothy Gwyn Writes as the two interests became interwoven.