Ron Morita grew up in Chicago’s northwest side and the San Francisco Bay Area. Although a science nerd with a hatred of literature analysis, he wrote his first story–a science fiction piece–in the fourth grade. He championed causes in Junior Statesmen and made a speech about pay television at the California Convention. Ron received a Masters in physiology at UCLA’s Brain Research Institute because so much of what we consider ourselves to be is in the brain. Finding himself more practical than theoretical, he earned a Masters in biomedical engineering from Case Western Reserve. In greater Boston he designed electronics for Medtronic, iRobot Corporation, Lockheed Martin, and others. When a developer proposed squeezing three houses into his neighborhood, he made a speech before the planning board. After the developer was turned down, half a dozen neighbors approached to shake his hand.
Ron engaged in spelunking, backpacking, and photography. A boyhood fascination with military games turned into a military history hobby. He was honorably discharged from the California Army National Guard. Introverted and outside the traditional social networks, Ron began writing because he felt he had something original to say. After honing his craft in writing groups and at Harvard Extension, Ron published seven flash, one poem, and three short stories in literary journals. A story is forthcoming in Pleiades. Because a good engineer never stops tinkering, he has five more or less completed works of long fiction, including two science fiction novels and an exposé on the fire alarm industry.
Ron lives with his wife on a knoll among the redwoods in the off-grid house he designed. He attends the Mendocino Coast Writers Conference. After a coterie of old timers began harassing his neighbors and other permitted cannabis growers, Ron was elected to the Board of Directors of the local Home Owners Association. He made speeches, sent letters to the 131 Association members, and published four articles in the local newspaper, comparing this persecution to the government’s expulsion of his grandfather from the farm he spent his lifetime building seventy-nine years ago.