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Steven Ramirez wrote seriously as a sophomore in high school, concentrating on that time-honored vehicle of teen outrage and simmering hormones—poetry. Each week he created these verses and “borrowed” the school’s copier equipment, which allowed him to distribute his work to the unsuspecting world. He still owes the high school twenty-eight bucks for supplies, so please don’t tell anyone.
In college he dabbled in short stories and filmmaking, all to avoid working on his actual major—music. After a trip to the UK and Spain, where he learned that Californians really do have an accent, he returned to the states and graduated with a BA in music, which helped him land a job answering phones.
Eventually Steven wrote screenplays, mostly because everyone else in LA is writing a screenplay. It’s the law—look it up. If you are not at least “working” on a screenplay, they banish you to South Orange County, where you can take up surfing. Come to think of it, they might have rewritten that law, but you wouldn’t know it visiting Starbucks. What set him apart, though, is that for a while he had an agent. He still didn’t sell anything, though. Agents are like lawyers. Unless there are crisp, new thousand dollar bills nailed to your forehead, they tend to not return your calls.
Then came a fateful meeting with the Davids—David Rimawi and David Latt of The Asylum, the prolific studio responsible for Sharknado and Z Nation. These fine gentlemen read Steven’s work and decided to take a chance. The result was the horror thriller film Killers. It was funny, bloody and action-filled, and featured a young Paul Logan, who has gone on to enjoy a nice movie career while Steven became old, embittered and . . . Wait, that’s somebody else’s life.
Tired of hawking screenplays, Steven returned to short stories. Though over the years he has written several novels—none of which were published—he decided to try again and in 2013 self-published Tell Me When I’m Dead, a horror thriller. In 2014 he followed up with Book Two, Dead Is All You Get, and in 2015 published the third and final book of the Tell Me When I’m Dead series, Even The Dead Will Bleed.
In addition to writing, Steven is a pretend musician, having written songs and played in bands since high school. He started with the accordion long before it was popular, then graduated to the piano. Thankfully, he decided to give up music and focus on writing.
Steven lives in Los Angeles with his lovely, long-suffering wife and two beautiful daughters. He has a highly distracted Shi Tzu who insists bananas are a major food group. He enjoys Mike and Ikes with his Iced Caffè Americano, doesn’t sleep on planes and wishes Europe were closer.
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