Hey, there. I’m Val Trullinger.
To the best of my knowledge, there aren’t any other Val Trullingers out there, but just in case you’re still not sure you’ve got the right one, here’s a quick bio:
Born: May 9, sometime in the early ’70s.
Lived in: The greater LA area and Orange County; I’m a native. Apart from that horrible stint in Ithaca, NY, when I was two, and discovered I loathed snow.
Employment: Art director; Artist; Illustrator; Photographer; Writer/Editor; IT Monkey. Basically, I make pretty trash for a living, and I become restless if I just do one thing professionally.
Other: I lift weights, and do both powerlifting and Olympic lifting, though I’m better at the former. Also enjoy CrossFit, though not nearly as much as lifting. In the past, I’ve been a fencer, basketball center and power forward, archer, thrower (shotput and discus), and an orange belt in Kenpo karate. This is what happens when you start reading fantasy novels at an early age, I’m afraid.
Nearly every spring for 20-odd years, I’ve been at the original Renaissance Pleasure Faire, with its strange blend of improv comedy, historical reenactment, and hippie shenanigans. Man, did my folks ever regret taking me there when I was six. Little did they know what a beast they created when they sat me on my first hay bale. This has led to a life where, every spring, photos of me in a ridiculous costume wind up on tens of thousands of people’s fridges and Instagram feeds. Note: this is probably why I look familiar to half of Los Angeles.