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Daniel Dvorkin
| Full Name: | Daniel Dvorkin |
| Born: | February 28, 1969 Houston, Texas, USA |
| Occupation: | Writer, Military |
| Nationality: | American |
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Biography
Daniel Dvorkin is the son of David Dvorkin, with whom he collaborated on his sole Star Trek writing credit, The Captains' Honor.
From his biography:
I was born in 1969, in Houston, Texas, where my father worked for NASA. Yes, he really did send men to the moon. When I was a little over two years old, though, interest in sending men to the moon kind of tapered off. I'm somewhat bitter about that, but it did have one major benefit: my parents went looking for new work and defected from the Republic of Texas to the United States of America, giving me a chance to grow up in the land of freedom and opportunity. We ended up in Denver, Colorado, which I've called home ever since.
I spent my entire childhood and teenage years in Denver, a good place to grow up, all in all. Big enough to have everything a city should, but geographically constrained by the mountains from growing endlessly in all directions (though these days, it's making up for it by sprawling to three points of the compass) it remains, after all these years, one of my favorite places on Earth.
After high school, I was awarded a four-year, full-ride Air Force ROTC scholarship to the University of Colorado. I gladly accepted the scholarship, went off to school, and, in time-honored freshman fashion, screwed it up. My grades were miserable (after being one of the top students in high school without really trying) and off my scholarship went, into the wild blue yonder.
At about the same time, I began work with my father on the Star Trek novel The Captains' Honor (Pocket Books, 1989) which, to my chagrin, remains my only book-length publication to date. (I'm working on that. Really.) That book's eventual publication was a wonderful ego boost, but it didn't make up for my failure in school.
Shocked, and wanting to do something very different to prove myself, I enlisted in the Army Reserve as an infantryman. It was exactly as miserable as being a grunt is supposed to be, but it did teach me a lot, and I did enjoy myself some of the time. It was just what the smart but unfocused and undisciplined eighteen-year-old I was at the time needed. After a couple of years, I'd had enough of living in the mud with a rucksack and rifle to keep me company, and enlisted in the Air Force -- where I'd once expected to be as an officer -- as a medic.
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