I came to writing late. I like the selfish-secluded time it takes to write; it makes me honest with myself. I was a priest for 8 years and a high school principal. My office got fire bombed so I figured it might be time to move. I borrowed some money, bought 40 acres in the middle of nowhere, and built my house on a rock(just like the Bible says to do). A friend gave me all the bricks I needed to build and another friend taught me how to lay bricks. Forty years later, I'm still living here with my wife Jane on our rock. I still spin stories with my two daughters when they come home.
I go to the county home each week to take a resident to lunch, here we also spin stories. My books are a series called the County Home Companion. The Weatherseer, my first book published, spins a tale of an infallible weatherman who becomes a modern day prophet and realises the pain in always telling the awkward truth. Arbor Mortis, my second book, sprang from this weird and unique tree on our land that has 20 or so 'lover inscriptions' carved in its bark. I always wondered what happened to these lovers, so I had them all come back and tell their stories.
My stories have a religious bent to them and in them I tackle all of the theological mysteries that still bug the hell out of me.