I cant help it.

For the most part, in my reading, I have always looked for adventure and mystery, whether it be in the form of Historical Fiction, Sci/Fi, Fantasy, or any of the sub-genres of the above mentioned. I recall as a boy, reading the adventures of the Hardy Boys, and being so fascinated by their exploits. I was an avid fan of the cartoon series Johnny Quest. I remember picturing myself as being Johnny's side kick. My imagination has grown throughout the years, and I have noticed when looking back, how I have always been an explorer and adventurer by heart. It seems though that this longing can only be abated (and only for a short while) by certain types of simple adventure. Writing has helped alleviate some of the need for discovery and adventure. I can create the worlds in my Sci/fi Fantasy novels that would in my minds eye, fill the void, so to speak. An avid outdoorsman, I have always found solice in the forests of this great land. The more remote, the better. Caves, canyons, hollars, steep rock covered ridges, swamps, rock climbing to places where not many dare to go, vast stretches of land that are not trod much by modern man, the search for evidence of ancient civilizations in the form of native american artifacts, the visualization of a vast river basin in this day then trying to place in my mind what it would have looked like 20 to 30,000 years ago, riding a good horse into a stretch of un-spoiled wilderness for hours on end. I wonder if anyone else ever looks at these things in the same manner and if these simple adventures take others into the same realms they do me. Another thought that intrigues me, and there seems to be several theories on this. What about the possibility of undiscovered civilizations that live below the surface of the Earth. WOW! I'm there! _Mike Compton