The Printed Word

I don’t want to mislead anyone. I don’t think of myself as an especially gifted writer. I try to put my time in is all. But I learned some stuff (and continue to learn other stuff) that I’m compelled to pass along.

I used to operate under the impression that if I read things that were along the lines of what I wanted to write, that my writing would grow on its own. Of course it’s important to read those things, but I didn’t have a firm grasp on the necessity for outside critique. I certainly didn’t know how to find anyone to crit my work.

Jeremy C. Shipp, an author I respect and enjoy reading, held an online class/workshop last year. He taught me a lot, and that’s an understatement. My post-workshop writing is miles beyond my pre-workshop writing. Jeremy is still doing online workshops, and I’d recommend them for anyone who wants to grow as a writer.

But beyond that, I got to meet other writers. The connections I made in Jeremy’s class are just as valuable as the writing skills. Kate Jonez, for instance, has become my partner in crime. Or I’ve become hers. I don’t know. By coincidence, we were both in Jeremy’s class…

Things are developing right now. I don’t want to jinx anything by saying what WILL happen. I’ll say we’re working toward big things, including the annihilation of the word “awesome”, a full-scale media blitz, and publication of my first novel ‘The Scarecrows of Stagwater’.

Come back to this site real regular-like. There are going to be interviews soon. Also new art. And news. I better get to work. Go look at my paintings until I get back.

Omnium Gatherum

Since you ask, here’s an update. Kinda. I don’t know how much I should say about it, but something HUGE is cooking right now between me and Omnium Gatherum. Rest assured that as this thing develops over the next several months, this web page will be bursting with information, images, and giddy ramblings. Until then, absorb the following information:

Norchug Mot Losiat, Chuggie to his friends, is the walking embodiment of drought. When, in his rambling, he stumbles upon the remote city of Stagwater, he finds love, temptation, and treachery. With weapons new and old, he fights against men, demons, and his own nature to combat the sinister forces threatening the city.

Talk to you soon, friends!


The Hodag made an appearance in the Rhinelander, WI 4th of July Parade:

Photo by Sheryl Kelley
Photo by Karen Torkelson

I built the creature and carried the head in the parade. The beast was painted by Keri Kelley, Elli Pope, and Jessie Dick. Everyone did an awesome job, and I’m sure we won all kinds of awards.