Dyrk Ashton
author : Dyrk AshtonNow: Author of Paternus contemporary mythic fantasy, film professor, uncle, knucklehead.\nThen: Actor, print model (with that mug), filmmaker, world traveler, spelunker, knucklehead.\n\nDyrk Ashton was born in Athens (Ohio, not Greece), on a chilly Halloween morning in 1962. He was soon thereafter carted to Hampton, Virginia, which he doesn’t remember in the least, where his father had a job working as an electrical engineer in the Navy yards. Then it was to the idyllic ravines, apple orchards and blackberry patches of Chagrin Falls, OH, where he actually got a pony when he was five years old -- an ornery Shetland named Jasper who had a penchant for beer and stepping on feet. Jasper was also five. Damned thing lived to be 36.\n\nAfter first grade, it was off to the farm country of NW Ohio, south of Toledo, where his parents still reside today. There Dyrk whiled away his adolescent years and teens in cornfields, woods, rivers, ditches and haymows, climbing trees, running along barn beams, riding, wrestling, soccering, fighting BB gun wars, reading Stuart Little, Jonathan Livingston Seagull, everything Verne, London, Kipling, White, Lewis, Doyle, Burroughs, Poe, Howard, Fleming, Lovecraft, Tolkein, Zelazny, and generally ignoring school -- though he somehow managed excellent grades (except in Algebra, of course).\n\nAt the age of 16 he traded a horse for his first car (really), a Volkswagen Beetle, which he proceeded to wrap around a telephone pole on the way to a high school soccer game within the year. All survived, and it was time for college. A year at Ohio University and a year at The University of Toledo, begrudgingly studying business until his father said, “Just go study what you want.” So five more years it was, at The Ohio State University for a BFA and masters in filmmaking (woo hoo!).\n\nCollege gave way to working in film production in Columbus, OH (professionally, mind you), crawling his way up from production assistant to grip then production manager and producer for commercials, industrial films and low budget features. He then headed west to Los Angeles where he wrote and pitched scripts but fed and clothed himself as a \
author : Dyrk AshtonNow: Author of Paternus contemporary mythic fantasy, film professor, uncle, knucklehead.\nThen: Actor, print model (with that mug), filmmaker, world traveler, spelunker, knucklehead.\n\nDyrk Ashton was born in Athens (Ohio, not Greece), on a chilly Halloween morning in 1962. He was soon thereafter carted to Hampton, Virginia, which he doesn’t remember in the least, where his father had a job working as an electrical engineer in the Navy yards. Then it was to the idyllic ravines, apple orchards and blackberry patches of Chagrin Falls, OH, where he actually got a pony when he was five years old -- an ornery Shetland named Jasper who had a penchant for beer and stepping on feet. Jasper was also five. Damned thing lived to be 36.\n\nAfter first grade, it was off to the farm country of NW Ohio, south of Toledo, where his parents still reside today. There Dyrk whiled away his adolescent years and teens in cornfields, woods, rivers, ditches and haymows, climbing trees, running along barn beams, riding, wrestling, soccering, fighting BB gun wars, reading Stuart Little, Jonathan Livingston Seagull, everything Verne, London, Kipling, White, Lewis, Doyle, Burroughs, Poe, Howard, Fleming, Lovecraft, Tolkein, Zelazny, and generally ignoring school -- though he somehow managed excellent grades (except in Algebra, of course).\n\nAt the age of 16 he traded a horse for his first car (really), a Volkswagen Beetle, which he proceeded to wrap around a telephone pole on the way to a high school soccer game within the year. All survived, and it was time for college. A year at Ohio University and a year at The University of Toledo, begrudgingly studying business until his father said, “Just go study what you want.” So five more years it was, at The Ohio State University for a BFA and masters in filmmaking (woo hoo!).\n\nCollege gave way to working in film production in Columbus, OH (professionally, mind you), crawling his way up from production assistant to grip then production manager and producer for commercials, industrial films and low budget features. He then headed west to Los Angeles where he wrote and pitched scripts but fed and clothed himself as a \