Biography of a Writer. Tom has worked as a script writer and editor, but the majority of his writing has been non-fiction travel journals, daily collections of thoughts and experiences that were published and sold as E-Books. Scroll down for samples of Tom's writing and links to a few of his E-Books.

Samples of Tom's Writing

"Misadventures in India - The comically rude awakening of an American biodiesel engineer" - Now on Amazon for Kindle!

Excerpts from Biodiesel Misadventures in India Written by Tom R. Judd -

Delhi, India, 16 Feb 2006 - "...............Rode the Enfield around a bit today. The contraption kept stalling on me in traffic and then wouldn't start again. Front brakes appear to be only for display as pulling with both hands and arching your back for maximum torque only produces a gentle turn, with the same speed as before (classic British design drum brakes). The rear brake works, but it just skids around, as those who ride know most of the weight of a motorcycle shifts to the front under braking, leaving the rear-end too light. The front end has issues, too; it goes into a death wobble at about 42kph (needless to say, I haven't tried any faster). The gearbox pops out of gear when you hit a bump and you have to play with the sloppy lever to find your gear again. These are all still right-hand shift too, so it takes some getting used to. Shifting is not as troublesome as the not having brakes issue, though.
Luckily, red lights are only for decoration in Delhi. I'm not kidding in the least here, you just slow from 40 to 30, sort of look both ways and run right through, dodging cross traffic whilst they take a tack that narrowly misses you, completely ignoring the fact that you're not supposed to be there in the first place. Taxi's, bicycles, rickshaws, buses, they all do it. Not sure why they even waste the power on traffic lights here, at least the few that even work, since it literally does no good having them. Everyone just drives wherever there is space, whenever they feel the need, including the opposite lanes if they're less crowded than what is loosely defined as your own lane (what a silly concept), all the while honking to let everyone know they're ignoring any semblance of traffic laws. There are no lanes here and everyone just goes in whatever line will lead them to their destination the fastest. The Enfield "Bullet" I rode today had no plates or lights, brake lights (haha, good one), or mirrors. To be fair, no one has mirrors here, they get broken off within seconds of entering the road (or alley or sidewalk) and there are no earthly reasons to have them cluttering up your handlebars anyway. I really think it would actually be fun driving around in this traffic if I had a motorcycle that was reliable in the least (OK, so I'd also like brakes and a horn), but I'm still in shock that I'm even alive, let alone un-maimed at this point."

Delhi, India, 21 Feb 2006 - "..............The Metro is the ultra-modern (overhead) subway system that has just come online here in Delhi. It is air conditioned, fast and cheap. Once the masses start using it, it'll be worn out in no time, like most of our own big-city subways. Right now, though, it's a new thing. The way it works is like this; you walk up to the ticket (or token, actually) window, ask for a fair to, say, Rajiv Chowk, they tell you how much, you pay, then they hand you a token that is electronically keyed for that destination. The way it works for tourists is; you walk up to the ticket window, ask for a fair to Rajiv Chowk, and then they say, "Rajiv Chowk"?, with an inquiring look on their face. You repeat, "Rajiv Chowk" clearly and precisely, the way they just said it, to which they again give a puzzled look as if you just said, "My underwear is made of cake." This continues for as many times as you'd care to pronounce and hear Rajiv Chowk repeated by them in perfect Hindi until you find yourself yelling something completely unintelligible (both to you and them) in total frustration. This is their cue to say, "Ahhh..., Rajiv Chowk. Yes." "Nine rupees." Not that I would actually do that kind of thing, myself, constantly in remembrance of times spent in Mexico and not expecting them to speak my language, but having to scratch my way through Spanish to be able to communicate. I've just seen this very thing happen more than once here, waiting in line behind a frustrated tourist to get a token myself, although the exact wording they'd use cannot be accurately recalled at this time. My own tactic at the Metro token window is to just go right to the worst pronunciation of "Shadipur" that is humanly possible and stare at them like I just said, "my underwear is made of cake," with a reassuring grin that tells them "hey, I have all day to dick off, how 'bout you?"

Delhi, India, 27 Feb 2006 - ".............Met Aaron at Madan's Cafe this morning before heading in. Madan's is one of our favorite places and certainly that of our emaciated cockroach amigo. This morning before heading in, the rear brake actuator rod on Aaron's Enfield stripped its nut off so it was just dangling on the bike and he had no rear brakes. Typical British machinery. The Whitworth threads come pre-stripped from the factory to save you the miles of wear and tear it might normally take to accomplish this. He pulled up to Madan's and did an imitation of Wylie Coyote trying to miss a boulder coming right at him as he tried to stop in front of the cafe and found he had no rear brakes. From what I've seen so far, the front brakes are purely ornamental on old British bikes, so his feet were the only brakes that were operational at the time."

More writing:

Excerpts from "The sPain and Agony of a Pilgrims Life" - A winter hike along the Camino De Santiago - Tom R. Judd - Spain, 2010

"...For the aches and pains of each trip, I'm still glad for every minute I've spent on the road, sometimes wet, cold, hungry, but never un-loved, never without a friend. Riches I own, surely not in banks, but in the human connections I've made and clung to, those I call my family, brothers, sisters, lovers and friends."

Excerpts from "Travels in Turkey" - Written by Tom R. Judd

Now on Amazon for Kindle!

Istanbul, Turkey, 03 Aug 2007 - "...............I walked back to the other place with the cheap, white 15TYL seat feeling I really needed to get one, if for no other reason but the comedy factor of showing up to supper in the most ritzy part of town with a toilet seat in-hand. Then it came to me that, even better than "in-hand" would be to hang it around my neck just before they arrive and act like I'm just sittin' around waiting for them. Nothing keeps strangers away and says, "Danger, Will Robinson, danger," better than a tourist lounging around with a toilet seat dangling from his neck. This was a must-do in my book, but it was just after six and the original shop was now closed. Damn! It really bothered me that I missed a golden opportunity like that. Great comedy is just so hard to come by these days!"

Ephesus, Turkey, 08 Aug 2007 - "Pamucak was just a regular beach, families, couples, etc., including two fully uniformed, machine gun-carrying troops patrolling it. I swam for a while, then lay in the sun and drift to thoughts of home and how everyone is, what they're doing, who they're doing, etc., then swim some more to wash the sweat off. The water is not as warm as I'd think it should be with the sun as hot as it is and the air quite humid. I spend a few hours here, swimming and sunbathing, then head back to catch the Dolmus to the station in Selcuk. At the hotel, I clean up, dress for exploring, then go get some lunch on the way to the Temple of Artemis, just on the outskirts of Selcuk. The Temple is only 500 meters away from the edge of town on the way to Ephesus, so I walk the highway, then the little access road that winds down to where the Temple was. The profound sadness and feelings I felt upon first seeing what was left of it just cannot be described with words here. Choking-back tears, I cannot say for sure why I was so deeply saddened at its condition other than the high-likelihood of a past-life spent here when it was in its full splendor. There was no protection around it at all and it had dogs and cats living in it, trash strewn everywhere, derelict encampments, etc."

Below is a short reading from "Fast Mango In Paris" - Written by Tom R. Judd (currently on Kindle!)

"Awash in debt, trapped at home in the U.S. with a heart that beats to the tune of travel, the words ring in my soul; 'Never take a vacation you can afford.' I had no time for vacations, but did have some pressing business here and there, some in Israel, some elsewhere in the Middle East, some in Thailand, some in India, so..., I let the breeze of wanderlust carry my spirit away to distant lands once again and this is the daily diary of my windswept soul...."