David Bridger settled in England's West Country after twenty years of ocean-based mischief, during which he worked as a lifeguard, a sailor, an intelligence gatherer and an investigator. Then he got hurt, came home a bit physically broken, and for good measure caught a severe Myalgic Encephalomyelitis (ME) virus in a military hospital. Now he writes science fiction and fantasy novels. Sometimes they're informed by his experiences out on the crinkly blue.
He writes what he loves for readers who love what he writes. He's a lot of things, including a science fiction, fantasy, and non-fiction author. Pagan. Hedge witch. Old salt. Nonpartisan ecosocialist hermit. Novelist, playwright, poet. Friend of crows, rescuer of dogs, adopter of donkeys. Spoonie. Trans ally. Preferred pronouns he and him.
He writes what he loves for readers who love what he writes. He's a lot of things, including a science fiction, fantasy, and non-fiction author. Pagan. Hedge witch. Old salt. Nonpartisan ecosocialist hermit. Novelist, playwright, poet. Friend of crows, rescuer of dogs, adopter of donkeys. Spoonie. Trans ally. Preferred pronouns he and him.
