I'm Tor Richardson.

I was born and raised in Seattle. While I've traveled extensively throughout the nation, I still like Seattle a lot. I don’t actually live in the city, but I’m close enough to see it out the window—along with the mountains and the trees and the lakes and the blue skies... I mean... the rain. We don't have sunshine in Seattle (at least, that's what we tell everyone else).

Unlike most other writers, I don’t have a pet cat. Sorry to disappoint. My family did have a rather independent tomcat when I was young, however. He was king of the yard. I once watched him drop from a tree onto the back of a dog who'd invaded his backyard. He rode that black lab like a cowboy, using his claws as spurs and slapping that poor dog on the head as it went yowling back up the road. Mittens taught me that cats need room to roam. I don't have that right now, so no pet cat for this writer.

After college, I spent about fifteen years working my way up the ladder in a big insurance company, mostly in the accounting area. During that time, I went out of my way to sneak time to write short stories, although not at work. Eventually, I began to wonder if there might be another life besides that of a businessman. Now, I know.

In the end, I made the transition to a full-time fiction writer, writing under several pen names. In fact, Tor Richardson is one of those pen names—one of my favorites because he writes a lot of mysteries.

Thank you for visiting. Stop by anytime at www.TorRichardson.com.