Keith T Jenkins

Keith was raised in a military family. His father was an Army Officer for 26 years, retiring as a Colonel. Keith went to 17 schools before getting to a college, and when he went to College, he went to several of them. He was not kicked out or suspended, and he was not a troublesome youth, as that would have been far to melodramatic, fitting into the story of a superhero instead.

He majored in Animal Science, Architecture, Modeling at one time, Theology, and Computer Sciences, having accumulated something in the neighborhood of 165 credit hours and no degree. He also excelled in any of the writing classes that he took, in all of those course studies, being told that he had a real gift. In one class he got a D. This was sad for one who considered himself an accomplished writer.

The D came in a class for "Technical Writing" and part of the reason was because the syllabus of the class was so lacking in technical writing itself, that a large number of the students could not make heads and tails of the assignments. A significant part may have been that Keith offered to help the teacher get her laptop connected to the internet (being a Computer Science major), but she said, "At home, all I have to do is plug it into the wall, like my vacuum cleaner." To this, Mr Jenkins queried, "Does your vacuum cleaner get the internet?"

Keith has been married now for over three decades, has five children and twelve grandchildren, and hopes to be a prosperous writer when he grows up. However, since he is also over sixty, there is little hope for him ever growing up.

Keith T Jenkins is a Dad, an American, a Texican, a Computer and Network problem solver, a Born Again Christian, and a Certified Genius, with the heart of a storyteller. His favorite storytellers are CS Lewis and JRR Tolkien. If you love them, maybe you will like Jenkins. If you hate their painting of pictures, detail in imagery, or theological underpinnings, then . . .

In every story, there are heroes and villains, good guys that go bad, and bad guys that have a chance at redemption. In any good tale, there is a love story or two, maybe more, and a hate story or two, maybe more, and these should take place in human situations, acted upon at a visceral level, hopefully played out as it is in real life, with some raw qualities of truth, death, and life, and there are almost always guns. Politics should be played out in cartoonoclastic ways, so that people can readily see the foibles and flaws, and social considerations that are just plain foolish can be reviled at will.

Mr. Jenkins loves and hates his characters and hopes that, as he introduces you to them, you come to feel the same way about them that he does. He wants you to see them, doing what they do, being what they are, and say “Ooh!” and “Ahhh!” as they show child-like grace and simplicity, or overcome complex obstacles. Sometimes, you should see someone and slap your forehead, thinking, “Can he be that dumb?” Occasionally, he even wants you to say, “Shoot that rat-bastard in the head!” or “I hope this guy dies.” After all, it is all about how a novel makes you feel, once you willingly suspend the element of disbelief to enter a new world with new facts, history, failure, and hope.

Jenkins is also an inventor of words, such as whatifiosity, whackadoodle, micronometrically, along with its variants, and more; all of which he hopes you will figure out their meanings as they are said and read. Also, one of the advantages of Science Fiction and what is called Speculative Fiction, is that authors get to invent technology that we wish we could buy, demonstrate things that we wish people could do, and explain things that each may wish we could know.

Enjoy.