Woelf Dietrich

As a kid, I read a lot. Anything from fantasy to westerns to science fiction. I started making up my own stories and wrote my first short story at 12.

I also started drawing comics–little stick figures with dialogue balloons that later evolved into musclebound warriors and scantily clad vixens. I gave them battle axes and broadswords and unleashed various renditions of the Kraken on them. A silent chaos ensued, followed by crickets chirping and nothing much else.

Alas, life kept interfering and I allowed it, and nothing came from my artistic endeavors.

After graduating high school, I served a year in the military where I learned to dig trenches, eat quickly, and miss girls. I traveled to Israel and lived on a Kibbutz for almost a year, working in avocado fields and drinking cheap vodka. I sold pots and pans and educational toys in Africa for a while and almost got shot by Mugabe’s guards in Zimbabwe one night.

I did a brief stint as cartoonist somewhere and an even briefer stint as reporter somewhere else. Of course, the next ‘logical’ step was to start a business producing stained glass terrariums and weird-looking vases, which I did for about a year.

Somehow, and maybe by accident, I ended up in law school and became a lawyer. I did that for almost a decade.

These days I find myself in New Zealand with a wife and three kids and a dog named Stella, but I’m back to writing stories and I've been doing it for five years. I mostly write tales of dark fantasy and the supernatural, which is maybe not such a far cry from my lawyering days. Sometimes I write other things.

I co-founded and serve as legal adviser for Kōsa Press and I'm a member of the writer's group, The Collective SF.

Welcome to my online home. Stay as long as you want.

P.S. While you're here, why don't you check out my Patreon page. I'm told it's cool:

https://www.patreon.com/Wo3lf