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Aikido: The Art of Falling

In this ongoing series, we ask SF/F authors to describe a specialty in their lives that has nothing (or very little) to do with writing. Join us as we discover what draws authors to their various hobbies, how they fit into their daily lives, and how and they inform the author’s literary identity!

Some moments are magic and you remember them forever—which pretty much sums up the very first time I ventured into an aikido dojo.

As a kid, my brothers and I played endless games of Robin Hood, King Arthur, and—drawing from television—The Samurai. In these games we made our own weapons, usually swords and shields, bows and arrows, and thereafter wrought considerable destruction upon each other and our friends. Remarkably, no one ever got seriously hurt and we enjoyed ourselves enormously—as well as staying out of our parents’ hair for hours on end.

[Later, I pursued the real-life versions of those childish games.]