Life’s Ebbs and Flows, by Helen Hanson

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DARKPOOL6X8I tripped over to my husband’s office last week.  We live and work and school within the same walls, so the journey was short. In my office, books occupy the tables, the futon, and nearly all horizontal and vertical surfaces.  Lights are full-on for prime paper-pushing efficiency.  Here in this function-first, Shui-second environment, I manage our home, answer ceaseless tenth grade questions from our son, and write kindle bestsellers.

My office reeks of production.

By stark contrast, my husband’s office has the nuanced ambiance of a new-age day spa.  Chill music gently vibrates, thumps, or sways as a muted backdrop to the cerebrally fertile grounds.  What lighting is allowed, casts an even hue, permitting the eyes to relax in a trance-like state, conducive to a stream-of-consciousness level of technological Zen.

His wafts the sweet scent of R&D.

There was a time when his was the grunt-end of our operation, back when he created our original product offering, and I was crafting my first novel.  Then, mine was the clear desk.  But the years roll on and nature abhors a vacuum.  The disparity of our operating environs has once again reached equilibrium.  His low-pressure zone has just been filled with a small CNC milling machine. Small, yes, but it sounds like a broken tractor.

He’s welcome to visit the new sea of tranquility, at any time.  As long as he remembers to bring the hot river rocks.

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Bestselling Kindle author Helen Hanson writes thrillers about desperate people with a high-tech bent.  Hackers.  The CIA. Industry titans.  Guys on sailboats.  Mobsters. Their personal maelstroms pit them against unrelenting forces willing to kill.  Throughout the journey, they try to find some truth, a little humor, and their humanity — from either end of the trigger.

While Helen writes about the power hungry, she genuinely mistrusts anyone who wants to rule the world.

Helen directed operations for high-tech manufacturers of semiconductors, video games, software, and computers. Her reluctant education behind the Redwood Curtain culminated in a B.S. in Business Administration with concentrated studies in Computer Science.  She also learned to play a mean game of hacky sack.

She is a licensed private pilot with a ticket for single-engine aircraft.  Helen and her husband spent their first anniversary with their flight instructor studying for the FAA practical. If you were a passenger on a 737 trying to land at SJC in 1995, she sends her most sincere apologies.  Really.

Born in fly-over country, Helen has lived on both coasts, near both borders, and at several locations in between. She lettered in tennis, worked as a machinist, and saw the Clash at the San Francisco Civic Auditorium sometime in the eighties.  She currently lives amid the bricks of Texas with her husband, son, a dog that composes music with squeaky toys, and another that’s too lazy to bother.

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