J Edward Neill is, more than anything in his life, a writer. He lives in the good ole southeastern US of A, where it's hot, muggy, and hot, but his roots are in the frosted outskirts of Chicago. The winter, the wind, and the cold, endless nights on his grandparents' corn field are where it all began for him. Someday he'll go back there and write a book about the snow, but not yet. He has other work to do... Eons ago, while glooming about his house during a mild North Georgia winter, J Edward sat in the shadows and scribbled the first outline of his first short story. He has been obsessed ever