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My wife and I just came home from dinner and a wee trip to TJ Maxx. Our neighbor across the street was out on his porch, enjoying the fine evening (pre-thunderstorm) air, and called out to me.

“I heard a rumor about you!”

“What?” I called back.

“Did you write a zombie book?”


“My daughter loves zombie stuff, and she found your book online.”

I’ve been outed as a horror author to my neighbor. I’m aghast.

I remember when his daughter was in the womb. I think she might be 11 now. He wanted to know if my book was PG-13 or closer to R, so he could decide if it would be appropriate for her to read. I told him it was R, for the violence alone. It didn’t seem…I wasn’t…Oy. I didn’t feel like mentioning the innuendo (in-their-endo) or the sex.

Shit. I’ve been outed.

Where’s my mommy? I want a blankie and a hug.

Oh. Wait. She passed away 11 years ago. (Mom? Stay right where you are. I can find the blanket myself, and I’m sure my wife will hug me. Thanks for being there!)

Ported from a conversation on LinkedIn

A fellow on the Fiction Writers Group on LinkedIn started a discussion about defining what “art” is in relationship to writing. I had to weigh in on that discussion, because I have tried to look at that issue in two other parts of my life. Plus, its a philosophical discussion and I’m a sucker for that sort of thing.

This is how I responded to the issue:

“The concept of what art is could be batted around until we’re dead, buried, and the Earth is a crispy cinder.

When I was a Fine Art Major in college, art was defined as “…created to engender an emotional response.” We can argue that nearly anything is art if it evokes emotion, even if that emotion is gut-deep revulsion.

In my life as a bladesmith, we bandy about when high craft transcends the barrier into fine art. Once again, there’s no consensus, except the expectation of high design and exquisite craftsmanship.

Perhaps, as writers, we’re going for a combination of those things. Exquisite craftsmanship with words that evokes an emotional response in the reader.”

At this point in my career as an author/writer, I am less concerned with creation of art than I am with telling a good story. Could I argue that a good story is art? Probably, but that’s beside the point.

Whether you’re a painter, sculptor, bladesmith, goldsmith, ceramics artist, woodworker, or writer—if you love your craft—you’re going to spend your life improving your skills. Will you reach “art”? I don’t know. I don’t know that I will, either. I do suspect that the more you love what you do, practice, and pour yourself into it, the more likely it is that art may appear when you’re not paying attention.

So, to all the artists, best wishes!

Blood Soaked and Contagious book cover

I can’t believe I missed my own anniversary!

On September 15th last year, I officially released my first book into the wild. It was a step out into a very new world, with the ambition and excitement of a complete newbie. I can’t even tell you how much wiser I am today for all the interesting things I went through over the past year.

Thank you, everyone, for your support and encouragement. I appreciate it so very much!

In a very real way, I owe you for giving me the courage to change my life towards something that I love and am passionate about. While it hasn’t showered me with money, it has made my heart richer.

Thank you.

Now get your tushes out there and share my work with your friends!