About The Author
Dear Reader. When I was about six or seven years old, the angry guy who lived across the street, rushed out of his house, and scolded me for walking on his lawn. He grabbed me by the shoulders and for reasons unknown said, I can read you like a book! The idiom made no sense, as I didn’t have a grasp on figurative language at that age, which is probably why the incident stuck with me. Fifteen years later, in the early nineties, a friend and I dropped some acid and according to him, I said I was going to write a book someday. Ten years later, with my daughter in her terrible twos, I sat down in front of a typewriter balanced on top of an old radiator, and over the course of a few months, sixty or seventy pages of a fledgling novel were typed out. It was a sci-fi thriller called The Breakwater and I didn’t see it through to completion. Fast forward another ten years and there I was on Facebook bravely and no doubt foolishly serializing a novella that ended up becoming my first finished effort within the Southern Ontario Gothic subgenre. Over the last ten years, I’ve been writing almost every day, in four-to-five-hour sessions, and this has allowed me to finish more projects. Taxicab to Wichita and Bus Back to Omaha were published in 2014 and 2016, respectively. In 2017, I experienced an eclipse of the (Latin-titled) literary sort and decided to rewrite those novels, republishing them two years later in a duology called Fructus Autumni Auctorum. In November of 2020, I started Liber Prohibitorum and published it the following summer. In October of 2021, I broke ground on Custos Damnationem, and as of writing this, it looks like it’ll be ready for a June launch. Obviously, I don’t write for the money. I write because there are worse things to be addicted to, and I say that from years of empirical study. Going more than a few days without escaping into a word document is difficult for me. This being said, I do not wish to come off sounding extraordinary, or pretentious. If anything, I’m just another dreamer dreaming the impossible dream.