William Walton was raised on a ranch in the Texas Hill Country by feral pigs, his rougher edges later honed at Yale. A dissolute youth, he tried to become a deeper, more sensitive person, but it was hopeless. Instead, he commited himself to exploring the full richness of his natural superficiality. Except for his work with troubled adolescents, abandoned animals, voyaging under sail, and his writing, he has rarely deviated from that path. William writes because he has to, and he hopes that his stories leave a bigger, more positive footprint on this earth than he has. He resides in Corpus Christi, Texas, with his wife Sharon, a native of Buffalo, N.Y.