Tad Williams has held more jobs than any sane person should admit to—singing in a band, selling shoes, managing a financial institution, throwing newspapers, and designing military manuals, to name just a
few. He also hosted a syndicated radio show for ten years, worked in theater and television production, taught both grade-school and college classes, and worked in multimedia for a major computer firm.
He is co-founder of an interactive television company, and is currently writing comic books and film and television scripts as well as novels.
Tad and his wife, Deborah Beale, live in the San Francisco Bay Area with their children and far more cats, dogs, turtles, pet ants and banana slugs than they can count.
My Humble Beginnings
I’ve spent lots of my life in Palo Alto, the town that grew up around Stanford University. My parents never had much money—we were not on the wealthy side of town—but we never suffered (except existentially) and were
always encouraged, especially in our creativity.
(My mother was the main agent of this. She made up odd Pooh-bear-type songs about things we were doing, and improvised great Halloween costumes—she made me a Viking suit one year with a wooden coat hanger for
the helmet-horns and a furry bathmat for the vest. Way cool.)
I didn’t go off to college the way all my friends (and family, for that matter) did. I was more interested in living on my own and supporting myself, so after high school I began the series of pretty hideous jobs
that has so tragically shaped my outlook on life. I stacked tiles, made tacos, sold shoes, peddled insurance, collected loans—not all at the same time, of course, but you get the idea—and worked at other things in my
These various projects included several years in a rock band, hosting a radio talk show, making commercial and uncommercial art, acting, and other strange practices.
The band was called “Idiot”, and I still regret that we fell apart just when we were all finally out of school and might have done something. There was a lot of creativity there, a lot of talent—several of the
members are still professionally making music—but most of all, there was no one else like us. We were our own weird animal. We used to pretend to be other bands sometimes—Wheatstraw (a boogie band from Nebraska), Xander
Povar and His Soul Commandos, the Bay Cruisers (a Bay City Rollers-type teen idol band)—and would perform appropriately before coming back for the encore as ourselves. We blew things up. We lit things on fire. We wrote songs about bowling and voles and luxury camper vans and the end of the world. We were a little ahead of our time. It was fun.
Always in the back of my mind, though, I was determined to do something creative that would actually make me money so I could stop doing horrible things for a paycheck. Ambition is like Tinkerbell—when you stop believing, it dies. So I kept at my various projects, with writing becoming a larger and larger focus. When I received the letter from DAW that they were going to buy my novel Tailchaser’s Song, I was excited and
relieved—somehow, the idea that my published books might totally fail to sell never occurred to me that first day, although it was and always is a possibility.
I am deliriously grateful every day that I get to do what I want to do for a living. Whenever the pressures of work and life start to make me cranky, I just remind myself of managing the art store next to the freeway (the
owner was Basil Fawlty without Basil’s good qualities, i.e. wit) or being smacked with a $3.99 sale slipper by an irate Kinney’s Shoes customer who refused to believe I didn’t know where the other half of the pair was, and I suddenly feel much better about everything.
Tad looks forward to meeting all his fans at both the Gold Coast and Melbourne expos in 2013. He will be appearing Both days between 11 am and 5 pm.
Guest confirmed health and other commitments pending.