In the Weeds
by Mark Ozeroff
Mark Ozeroff has been passionate about airplanes since he was a kid. As a boy he was lucky enough to get a ride in the copilot’s seat of a 1927 Ford Tri-Motor, an experience that cemented his interest in flying for life. And though he didn’t realize it at the time, he was already researching his novels.
Later, Mark attended college in Florida, and then ended up staying for decades. His most enjoyable years were spent living in an airplane hangar at a unique airport called Spruce Creek (his roommate was an older, curvaceous Cessna 195). It was there that he wrote his first novel, Days of Smoke, as engine song from P-51 Mustangs serenaded dogfights burgeoning in his mind. “You might say I took up aeronautical writing in self-defense―now, when folks caught me drooling over airplanes for hours, I could tell them I was doing research.”
Mark believes that he may be the most undisciplined author since Jack Kerouac. “I write slower than a glacier descends a fjord,” he confesses, “and my first drafts are rougher than forty-grit sandpaper.”
Mark holds an MBA and a Commercial pilot license. He is a ravenous reader who believes that fiction can sometimes tell a more profound truth than history. His debut novel earned a gold medal from the Military Writers Society of America. He now lives and writes in Southern California.
In the Weeds
A tale of gas, grass, ass, and Vietnam.