Biography
Rob Watts was born and raised in the Dorchester neighborhood of Boston, Massachusetts, and continues to live in the Boston area. He attended St. Brendan's Elementary School in Dorchester, and Don Bosco Technical High School in downtown Boston. In 1991, he enrolled in the Culinary Arts program at Bunker Hill Community College and graduated with an AS in Culinary Arts and an AS in Hotel/Restaurant and Travel Management. It was during this time that Watts developed an interest in creative writing. He gathered up several of his writings and sought out to get them published. After being published in various college literary magazines and nationwide compilations, he published Playground of Illusion in 1996. Difference of Opinion followed in 1997. In 2000, Watts finished writing what was to become Passion for Pills, however, growing tired of poetry and short stories, he canceled the release of the book upon receiving the final proofs of the project. No, or at least very few copies, exist. In 2010, he began the ambitious project of writing four inter-linked novellas. The first one, Huldufólk, was published in 2011, and the second volume, CRABAPPLES, is scheduled for release in November 2012. His books are available on his website at RobWattsOnline.com.
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