Since he has been born, Brian R McCormick expects to someday die, although he is presently looking into options to rectify this troublesome nuisance of death that tends to annoyingly interrupt one's exploration of existence. Let it be noted, however, that the alleged author admits life would be terribly boring without death, and so appreciates the opportunity.
Some monkeys passed this way, each reaching for the biggest coconut, and each achieved its goal. Other monkeys passed this way, each reaching for the middle coconut, few succeeded. And yet some other monkeys passed this way, each reaching for the smallest coconut, all failed.
That aside, Brian lives a quiet life of contemplation in the ever-changing Conch Republic, a chain of islands between the United States and Cuba. In this vastly unknown country the people spend their time fishing in the sea, diving with the water creatures, and imbibing fermented beverages, among other intoxicants. They are joined in this lifestyle part of the year by their friends the snowbirds.
Outside of writing, Brian can occasionally be found scuba diving, sailing, gambling, pursuing adventures, or even reading.
