David Carrico
Born in 1951, like several others I was a military brat. Dad spent 22 years
in the air force. Graduated from college in 1973, just in time to miss Viet Nam.
Didn't really bother me, as I felt I'd already paid my dues growing up in the
air force. :-)
My bachelor's degree is in Music Theory and Composition, but I never made a dime with it because two semesters into the master's degree I decided I didn't really want to teach college for a living. The degree gave me pretty intensive training in logic, analysis and process flow, however, and that's basically the tool set that's earned me a living for the last 30 years.
Married since 1973, 3 kids, 5 grandkids. Local soft touch for stray basset hounds.
The first real SF book I read was Andre Norton's Catseye in January 1963, 6th grade. Immediately began devouring all the SF in sight.
Started writing in 1977, discovered it wasn't quite as easy as it looked. Finally found my 'voice' in 2004 and have attained a degree of competence, at least enough of one that Eric has bought several stories and invited me into a novel project. The "Franz and Marla" and "Byron and Gotthilf" stories are mine. Looking forward to writing more.
David's story "Command
Performance" appeared in
Ring of Fire II, January 2008
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Hair of the Dog Or The Continuing Adventures of Harry Lefferts
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 30
The Wrecking Crew strikes back!
Interlude
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 28
A quiet place . . .
The New Magdeburg—After the Ring of Fire
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 28
There's a lot of building going on . . .
Adagio
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 27
No, not that Bach . . .
Prelude
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 26
Time travel just isn't easy on the brain . . .
Rachel's Plaint
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 23
Crime doesn't pay . . .
Elegy
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 22
More with Marla and Franz . . .
Motifs
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 21
Heinrich Schütz has his own opinions . . . and a fair bit of good luck . . .
Hallelujah, Part Two
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 20
And more with Marla and Franz . . .
Hallelujah, Part One
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 19
The adventures of Franz and Marla continue . . .
Sonata, Part Four
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 18
Okay . . . We can call it music . . .
Sonata, Part Three
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 17
What is that racket?
Sonata, Part Two
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 16
What kind of violin?
Sonata, Part One
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 15
Franz and Marla's adventures begin . . .
The Music of the Spheres . . . er, Ring
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 13
You don't really call that music, do you?
Through A Glass, Darkly
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 12
Up-timers are all "civilized." Right? Well, maybe not all of them.
None So Blind
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 10
The slap knocked Willi sprawling, eyes watering with pain. He had to bite his lip hard to keep from crying out. "Five nothings!" Willi felt Uncle's hand grab the back of his rags and haul him up. The hand shook him so hard he felt like a pea rattling in a cup. "You spend all day on the streets and all you bring me are three pins and two worthless quartered Halle coins!"
Suite For Four Hands
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 5
As he turned from closing the door of the Bledsoe and Riebeck workshop, Franz Sylwester found several pairs of eyes focused on him. "Well?" his friend Friedrich Braun asked expectantly. "What did the nurse say?"
Heavy Metal Music or Revolution in Three Flats
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 4
Dr. Nichols looked at them both seriously. "I can't help you surgically. I'm sorry. The damage is severe, but I probably could have saved it if I could have seen it right after it happened. Maybe not, with the knuckles smashed in the last two fingers, but we would have had a good chance. Now . . . Frankly, it healed wrong. I'm not faulting those who tended you—fact is, they did as good a job as any down-timer could have done."
The Sound Of Music
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 3
Franz Sylwester, one-time violinist in the chapel of the arch-bishop of Mainz To Friedrich Braun, journeyman instrument crafter for Master Hans Riebeck, in Mainz On the nineteenth day of January in the year of our Lord 1633 Greetings, my friend, I am sure by now that you have despaired of hearing from your prodigal, but I promised you that when I found a place I would write to you. By the grace of God I now have that place, and so I keep my word.