I've had a long and adventurous life that has incorporated many different things. I have been an avid amateur astronomer since 1947. For a brief time I was a performing folksinger/musician. I have had three careers. A creative writer, a naval architect, and an applied physicist (sort of a highly technical paper mechanic. Fluid Dynamics/Ship Sciences). I've had the opportunity to visit 35 countries as a result of work and sailing. I have been a happy atheist/evidentialist/rationalist 60 years as of this writing.
I currently spend my time as an author of Science Fiction, Science Fantasy, and any other genre that walks in the door from time time. I am also a freelance editor.
I began writing professionally in 1956. I had three incredible mentors in my early years who helped me write things that at least made sense. I took a semi hiatus, beginning in 1967, when I went to work designing ships and yachts. I didn't stop writing, just slowed down and wrote mainly magazine articles. Happy to be back at the scribbling fun.
Our new project, IDKstudio, is in a state of limbo as my health has taken a downward turn and my youngest is now expecting her fourth . We're still working at it, but no more statements about launch dates. Doesn't matter. At my age, I have to keep busy or freeze in place.
Copied from a newspaper article in which I was featured during Astronomy Day at the UACJ in 1999. I was lecturing on impact mechanics and how to identify meteorites in the field. At the university I also displayed my meager collection of meteorites and related materials.
Founding members at the signing of the papers of incorporation of the Planetary Society: Carl Sagan (seated to the right), Bruce Murray (seated to the left), and Louis Friedman (standing on the left). The man standing to the right is Harry Ashmore, an advisor, who greatly helped in the founding of the Society. Ashmore was a Pulitzer Prize winning journalist and leader in the Civil Rights movement in the 1960s and 70s. What a fun group. Never a dull moment.
Upper left: The four room farmhouse in which I was raised. Top right: Lovely little me on a rarely seen city sidewalk. Lower left: Me and my hotrod. Center: Aunt Lou, little sister, Lou, with me seated behind, and cousin Skipper with our 1927 Oakland Landau Sedan. Lower middle: Uncle Leroy riding my back. Lower right: Me and my tough row to hoe.
"Xenogenesis is one of those rare books that manages to catch even the most jaded of sci-fi readers off-guard. Somewhere between the description of cities in stratified levels of wealth and the injection of nano-machines, we realize we are somewhere between the world we inhabit and the world we only dream about, which makes the entire book something beyond a simple novel of escape. This combination of biotechnology and space travel with a hefty dose of hard-boiled detective fiction in the character of Patrick Dalworthy allows Jacobs to create a work that is both fantastic and close to home, one that tackles the subject of what it truly means to be human in a rapidly advancing world and answer it with aplomb."
Jamie A. Hughes
IN THIS INCREDIBLE, SWEEPING SAGA across thousands of years and hundreds of light years we come face to face with our fears and deep prejudices. It is here, in SEEDS OF MEMORY, that we get an idea of what it means to be "HUMAN" and what "HUMAN" really means. It is here, in SEEDS OF MEMORY, that we are confronted with the need to know colliding head-on with reality. Are we, HOMO SAPIENS SAPIENS, truly the only form that humans can take, and is our history the only history? Might there not be others, or others created out of the very stuff of life who are, after all, our brothers and sisters?kith and kin?
In this story we find that the lines that divide have indistinct, fuzzy edges, and that we are the ones who make those divisions. Here we discover humanity at its magnificent best, its seething worst, and everything imaginable between, while we make an uncertain attempt to reunite two peoples separated by time and space...and other things.