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T. Francis Sharp

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in St. Louis, The United States

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I was born in 1964. I was not pleased with the experience; I rather think I cried quite a lot. The youngest of six children I can only assume that my Catholic parents stopped procreating when they reached perfection with me.

My youth was filled with wonder and adventure as I roamed the woods of a rustic little hamlet by the name of Spanish Lake. From time to time, I even managed to apply myself at schoolwork just enough to advance to the next grade.

Life was carefree in those days. Summers were spent outside, where they should be. When not camping and canoeing with the family, I was up at nine and out the door not to be seen again until the church bell tolled its last at noon. Lunch, and a nap (eck, what a waste of time) and then back out t I was born in 1964. I was not pleased with the experience; I rather think I cried quite a lot. The youngest of six children I can only assume that my Catholic parents stopped procreating when they reached perfection with me.

My youth was filled with wonder and adventure as I roamed the woods of a rustic little hamlet by the name of Spanish Lake. From time to time, I even managed to apply myself at schoolwork just enough to advance to the next grade.

Life was carefree in those days. Summers were spent outside, where they should be. When not camping and canoeing with the family, I was up at nine and out the door not to be seen again until the church bell tolled its last at noon. Lunch, and a nap (eck, what a waste of time) and then back out the door until Father came home from work.

Hippies were strange looking oldsters who smelt funny. Civil rights was the struggle to stay up past nine o’clock and Nixon only surfaced at Halloween. The Vietnam war was a game me and my pals played while roaming the neighborhood. Little did I know just how relevant that war would become to me later in life. However, for now it was all tree houses, underground forts and bicycles.

Then came the first of many broken bones. A hill-- the hill-- beckoned me. Never one to obey rules or follow basic tenets of common sense, I set out to conquer the monstrosity. Me, gravity and a bike with no breaks. You can guess the rest. It was awesome, right up to the moment it wasn’t. A broken arm and fractured skull pretty much put me out of action for the rest of the summer.

To follow up such an epic conquest, the next summer I again set out to plant my feet firmly on the mountain of childhood adventure. I leaped feet first into the fire. Well, river actually. Onto a sandbar to be exact. Landed wrong and broke my leg. Another summer wasted away. Or so I thought.

Two things happened to me that tragic summer which would change my life forever. The first was zombies. Thanks to a disobedient older brother and the magic of drive-in theaters, I discovered zombies at the tender age of nine. And books.

A Charlie Brown book sent me down the slippery slope of reading. It was called Happiness is. I don't remember how old I was, but I had measles or something and was stuck in my room. I of course resisted the temptation to read more. Sure, it was fun, but having tried it I was ready to move on. I was too smart to get involved with such foolishness. The broken leg changed my life. I read all the Charlie stuff, and then went onto harder books like Curious George. My sister turned me onto the Golden Books for Kids collection and I was hooked. Before I knew it, I was in Middle-Earth and so addicted to reading I couldn't stop. Soon I was doing a book a day, sometimes more. My friends didn't understand. They were all like, "Dude, you have a problem." I didn't care, I needed the books. I tried to clean up my act. Get straight, you know. Watch TV and stuff like normal kids. But I couldn't, I needed the high too much.

Having graduated high school with literally the lowest satisfactory grades allowed by law, I embarked on a twelve-year quest for higher education. I must admit I attacked this with a little less gusto than I had with high school. During this time I worked on my first book. A convoluted little tale called The Emerald Tower.

Life intruded, and I set aside such things as I worked my way up the corporate ladder attaining the zombie-esque position of VP at the tender age of thirty-six. In 1992, I met my future wife, Minhdu Nguyen from Vietnam. A feisty little fireball it didn’t take long until we married. Three sons later, I had but one conquest left to make.

Alcoholism. Licked it 2008, haven’t had a drink since. Funny thing happened after the fog lifted. I remembered my passion for writing. In 2015, I finished my first book in a series called Second Dead.
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	Second Dead: Book 1 in the Second Dead series by T. Francis Sharp (Goodreads Author), Jimmy Sharp (Illustrator) 3.81 avg rating — 26 ratings — published 2015 — 4 editions	Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Rate this book Clear rating 1 of 5 stars 2 of 5 stars 3 of 5 stars 4 of 5 stars 5 of 5 stars
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