First of all, let me say thank you for your interest in my writing and for taking the time to visit my humble website.
I was born in 1973 and, aside from two years spent serving a mission in Hungary for the LDS church, I have been a native and resident of South East Idaho my entire life. My childhood was spent literally surrounded on all sides by the majesty of the Rocky Mountains and the extremely interesting characters that inhabited the small town where I grew up.
I was brought up on a steady diet of amazing and incredible tales of Bigfoot sightings, alien spacecraft, haunted houses, witches in the woods, buried gold, etc. I mostly have my own parents to blame for this along with a certain grandma and grandpa. And I believed! Hey, what's a young boy to do when his own grandpa takes him to visit a so-called ghost town, and you and he actually end up running from buildings for your very lives when he sees ghosts? Lucky for me Grandpa always saw the ghosts first and was able to slow them down with a special anti-ghost dart gun that he had.
My own parents went to great lengths to prove that there were monsters living in the crawlspace of our house. My father would stage epic battles with the monsters while my mother would stand with me by the door listening to the carnage. Dad would emerge from the crawlspace, his face dirty, glasses askew, his shirt ripped. He would say something like, "That should teach 'em for a while." And Grandma didn't help either with her true and terrifying stories of the haunted house they had lived in in Northern Minnesota.
I would often regale my friends with some pretty good stories, myself usually taking center stage in the grand tales. I know now that I was simply born to be a storyteller and this behavior was only serving as a necessary outlet for my imagination at the time.
I was bitten by the writing bug early on; as soon as my reading level had progressed beyond Dr. Seuss. I was the kid that would light up, amidst a sea of groans from my fellow classmates, whenever the teacher announced there was to be a story writing assignment. I still have an old notebook from elementary school where I made my first attempt to write a full-length novel: a story about a soldier in Vietnam named Blaster. I remember I was pretty confident at the time of its inevitable publication and my own fame and fortune to follow.
Although the fame and fortune never happened, eventually I did receive some recognition for my talent by placing first in an area-wide young authors competition. Even though I was still just a little kid, this was an affirmation at the time that maybe there was something to this whole writing thing. A few years later, as a teenager, a short story of mine won another contest. This bolstered my confidence and deep down inside I knew that I had a talent.
Throughout my life I have continued to write, always dreaming of the day when I would submit a manuscript to a publisher and have it accepted. Unfortunately, I never had a finished manuscript to submit. I have no idea how many first chapters to novels I have written over the years, only to abandon the project and move on to something else. I was in no hurry. I figured that there would always be plenty of time for someday to get here.
Life has a funny way of catching up to you, however. I didn't really pursue writing as maybe I should have, it was more of a hobby and a dream. I worked in many professions looking for the perfect fit: TV news photographer, graphic artist, writer of radio ads, carpenter, and even law enforcement officer.
After nineteen years of marriage, four kids, and hopping from job to job to make a living, I realized, one day, that if I didn't buckle down and get serious about my writing, my someday would never come. I resolved that day that I would, once and for all, write a full-length novel. That night, after my family had all gone to bed, I typed out the first chapter of The Summoning.
I can say that I was not mentally or emotionally prepared for the task. I had no idea the amount of time and work that would be required to write a two hundred thousand word novel. It was an enormous learning experience. But at the same time I had no idea how much I would love the process! Somewhere in the middle of writing The Summoning I determined that not only would I write this one novel, but I would like to write several. Indeed, I would love to be able to write novels for the rest of my life.
Some of my many interests and hobbies include: art, history, reading, watching my kids play sports, backpacking and hiking in the Rockies, politics, old Jeeps, road trips, and radio-controlled vehicles to name a few. I would say I'm a bit of a romantic. I've always enjoyed the old films … the golden age of Hollywood if you will. I love the innocence and the nostalgia of those times as they come through on film.
I love where this journey has taken me so far, and I hope that you, the reader, will enjoy taking this ride with me. I am so excited to be able to share my work with you and the world. I'm hoping for a fruitful and rewarding relationship between author and readers for many years to come.