I was born in San Mateo, CA in April 1962. When I was six months old, my parents moved to South San Francisco, CA. Over the next three years, a brother and sister were added to the family. We lived in our small, three bedroom, one car garage, until we moved to San Jose, CA in 1975. With a four bedroom, two-car garage to call our own, we had definitely moved up in the world.
Living in a new town was difficult for me at first, until I discovered track and field. As a scrawny fifteen year old, I didn’t exactly burn up the track at first, but after some hard work and perseverance, first-place victories and school records started coming my way. I didn’t want high school to end. But like all good things, time has a way of snatching out of our hands the things we hold most dear.
I enrolled at West Valley College in 1980, thinking that engineering might be for me. It didn’t take long, however, for me to realize that I was in over my head. I stuck it out for another two years, but my feelings never changed, and so I transferred to San Jose State University in 1983, changing my major to history. When I graduated in 1986, I had no idea what I wanted to do. A friend of mine was in the credentialing program at the time, and so I would give teaching a try. Again, this was no for me. When an office job opened up at James Lick H.S. in 1990, I jumped at it.
It was about this time, I met my future wife, Kathleen, at church. We married in 1991. As the rhythms of life settled into a daily routine, I found myself thinking about writing. Mind you, this was not a new thought, just a postponed one. Back in 1981, I had written a novel. At the time, I thought it was my masterpiece, filled with heroic characters and lofty ideals. Never mind that my tome was riddled with typos, cheesy dialogue, almost no inner monologue, plus a horrific understanding of the basics of plot development. To put it mildly, it was a mess; not only a mess, but a poorly written one at that. But the thought of sitting down at the typewriter and fixing all the problems was too much for me, and so I shelved it for a while.
In 1995, I purchased my first computer, dusted off my novel, and began writing again. Over the course of the next six months, my 120-page novel exploded into a 650-page behemoth. It was a good thing I finished when I did. In January 1996, my first child, Bethany, was born. With a precious new daughter to raise, I knew I wouldn’t have enough time to devote to her and writing. So, like I had done before, I packed up my story, and put it on the shelf again, and let it wait. In the meantime, our second child, Nathan, entered the Lynch household in 1997.
It wasn’t until 2003 did I feel that I could devote the time needed to edit my novel. Over the next several months, I went from a staggering 238,000 words, to a more manageable 167,000. In the meantime, the whole scope of my novel began to condense into a better-written, tighter story. So much so, that I thought that it and I were ready to put it out into the literary mainstream. But I guess I wasn’t as ready as I thought, and the rejection letters started coming back. Realizing I needed help, I signed up for my first writer’s conference in 1995. I soaked up what it took to be a better writer like a sponge. I also learned about the business side of the publishing industry. It was also at the conference that an editor said he like what he read, and wanted to see the entire manuscript. After two months of additional editing, I sent the manuscript to him, and then waited…and waited…and waited. Whenever I called him and asked about my story, he apologized, and said he would get to it. He never did. The house he worked for dropped their line of fiction that year, and my story was dead in the water.
Disappointed at this turn of events, I pinned my hopes on the next upcoming writer’s conference. But I didn’t fair any better, and began considering the possibility I didn’t have what it took to be a writer. When I returned home, I decided to take one last shot. After editing the novel more times than I could remember, I realized that I had no objectivity when it came to the material. I needed an outside person to step in and help me with the novel. Just prior to the writer’s conference, I came across Brandon Barr on the Internet. He has a website that focuses on science fiction stories written by Christian authors. I had written to him about a month before, asking him if he knew of any publishing houses that might be interested in what I wrote. Since he only wrote short stories, he couldn’t help me, but we did agree to share some of what we had written with each other. I discovered that our styles and approach to writing were quite similar, and thought collaborating together might be in our best interests.
It seems my instincts proved correct. After editing the novel yet again, Brandon and I set out and sent the manuscript to different publishing houses. One of them, Silver Leaf Books, accepted our proposal, and signed us both as authors in January 2007. Me, a soon to be published author. While negotiating the contract, we also were able to hire a literary agent to represent us, Joyce Hart of the Hartline Literary Agency. Brandon and I were also able to hire Glenn Kim, who works at Pixar Animation Studios, to do the cover art. If everything goes well, When the Sky Fell will come out in February 2008.
It is my intention to keep on writing. I actually have another book that has already come out. Focusing on the early history of Dublin, CA, it was released in July 2007. The experiences I have shared with you are long enough as it is. If I had included all the stories about how this came to be, I could have easily tripled the length of my biography. Suffice it to say, it seems I am finally gaining a solid foothold into the literary world. Where this will take me, I cannot say. It is my hope, however, that I can honor God with the gifts He has given me, and share them with as many people I can touch for His sake.