Who is Mike Wienold?

Mike Wienold is lost in Time and space, is a Naval Veteran and, the Author of “Blindly into the Abyss”.
I’ll be honest, I always thought my life was a bit boring. My mind, on the other hand, has always been lost in time and space.

Like many kids in the 80’s and 90’s, I grew up without a father. I was often bullied in school. After repeating the 5th grade, I became the bully. Yikes—I shudder to think how the tables turned and I became a prick.

High school wasn’t much better in my mind, but life has lessons for us all even when our heads are in the clouds. With teen angst firmly in place, my outlets were blowing stuff up or writing. Like many teenagers lost in the goth side of the world, I wrote about death and how to get there. These days while I tend to gloom at times, I like to write about how to get out of it.

After high school, I did what most anarchist know-it-alls would probably avoid. I joined the US Navy. An interesting fact about military life, They don’t care for independent thinkers much. Well, perhaps that’s not a fair assessment. They do care for independent thinkers when it suits them. After four and a half years as an Electronic Technician, I had enough. Still too young and dumb to know what I wanted in life. All I knew was, I wanted out. Especially for my daughter’s sake. Nothing breaks a grown man down like watching your kid scream and cry because you just came back from a deployment, and they haven’t the foggiest clue that you are that guy in that photograph Mommy’s been pointing at for the last six to nine months.

I spent nearly a year bouncing around jobs and unemployment before I wound up working for a satellite TV company that many people use, but I will let remain nameless. Let’s just say after almost ten years my exit was less than gracious.  All the while I kept saying to myself, “I wish I had a job where I could just think of stuff and get paid for it.” Do you see where I’m heading with this?

I spent another year daydreaming about my ideas and one day while driving 45 miles to a dead-end job, a story struck me. I have had many stories pop into my head over the years but never bothered to write them down. This one was so profound, by the time I got to work I kicked my coworker off the PC and began to write an email to myself. That story has been becoming larger with each passing day.

That my friends is where we are today. Breathing life into my half-cocked ideas. Not because they may bring a little dough into my life, but because it’s FUN! I invite you all to have fun with me. So without further delay, let’s write a story together.