About Me

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I’m a writer and a child sexual abuse survivor-activist (among other things, of course).

For me these two aspects of my life often, though not always, intersect, so that a significant portion of my writing, fiction included, is devoted, more or less directly, to a thorough-going examination of child sexual abuse, including how children experience such abuse and the kinds of challenges adult survivors typically face in their efforts to heal.

An additional subject in which I’ve developed the deepest interest over the years – and a central focus of one of my poems (written in a light verse style – see my Author’s Notes at the end of the poem) as well as a novel-length work in progress – is anthropogenic climate change and its massively dystopian consequences if our thoroughly inadequate response continues on its current course. My interest in this ongoing planetary emergency – an emergency which must rank as one of the greatest crises, if not the greatest crisis, humankind has ever faced from the point of its prehistoric origins – can be seen in various posts and shares on my Facebook page, at:
https://www.facebook.com/johnbrookswriting .

I hope you’ll check out my various works, and if you like what you read, I would be most grateful for your reviews and/or for recommending my works on the ebook retail and other sites where you obtained or viewed my work(s) and on your SNS pages. I also invite you to follow me on this site and on my Facebook page to see announcements of new and upcoming publications.

What else to add for now?

– I was born in Athens, Georgia and, from the age of three, grew up in Nashville, Tennessee.

– I’m a graduate of Stanford University and Vanderbilt Law School.

– I currently live in Japan—Tokyo—where, while working as an editor-proofreader, copywriter, and English instructor, I pursue writing in my free time.

– The passion I continue to experience for my writing can feel, at times, as necessary as the act of breathing; and so, despite having achieved very little, so far anyway, of external success in my avocation, I—as with many other writers in similar circumstances—happily struggle on, grateful for whatever resonances of meaning and connection my work may hold for readers, and finding, in any case, fulfillment in the effort itself.

And so I write.