I grew up in England's West Country, one of the world's leading producers of strange names for small villages. My favorites are probably Queen Camel, Rime Intrinseca, and Mudford Sock, but it's tough to choose.
I've worked as a teacher of English as a second language, a farmhand, a journalist, a college philosophy professor, a voiceover talent, a corporate trainer and speechwriter, a copywriter, a stay-at-home Dad, and a gas station attendant. Though not in that order.
Since moving to the United States in 1984 (to do a Ph.D. in philosophy at Cornell), I've lived in Ithaca, Honolulu, and Madison. I now live in Seattle, where (when I'm not reading, running, or sea kayaking) I write (or stare out of the window) full time.
I'm a terrible correspondent, and I don't use Twitter or other social media because it interferes with staring out of the window. But you can read more of my writing (and I do answer questions in the Q&A section) at richardfarr.blog.