I write under the name R W Span, but the person behind the keyboard is just Will, a Virginia science and tech guy who grew up staring at grainy NASA launches at impossible hours. Brownie, my first dog, snored through history while I memorized every plume of exhaust. When I was not glued to the screen, I buried myself in Tom Swift, then wandered into myths from everywhere I could find, and finally collided with Chariots of the Gods.
The stories that grew out of that mix sat in my head for decades while I worked regular jobs. Retirement finally gave me the one resource I never had enough of, quiet time. I spent a stubborn decade teaching myself how to write, draft by draft, until some of those old ideas felt ready to share with anyone willing to explore them.
Ancient space travelers arrive needing help, not planning conquest or quiet control.
I build starships and habitats with a science and engineering mindset.
I speak plainly, invite questions, and treat every reader as a co-explorer.
I run this whole thing online, which means you are never more than a click away from the slightly bewildered writer behind the curtain.
I keep my voice informal, I invite questions, and I genuinely enjoy hearing theories about my characters and ancient travelers.
If you want to nudge, question, or encourage me, you can always yell at the writer via mail and I will actually read it.