Robin D. Hohweiler

A master of sarcasm and snark (his superpower), Robin Hohweiler (hereafter, Mr. Robin) is someone you should get to know. You're not likely to invite him to a meal in your home for fear that he'll eat all the food, drink all the wine, and then turn his sharp wit on any of your random guests gathered around the table when they make a stupid remark. He is a blogger, a novelist, an historical writer, a technical writer, a poet (of sorts), a (very) amateur filmmaker, and an accomplished floss dancer. An unabashed attention whore, Mr. Robin hasn't won any awards for his writing (the Pulitzer committee apparently lost his phone number), he wallows in the praise of his growing entourage of his rabidly devoted fans. His weekends are generally occupied with gigs at cheap motel lounges around the country where he performs as a crooner belting out old standards while dressed as Elmer Fudd. He’s a smooth one, that Mr. Robin! His family has been ranching and farming in Northwest Oklahoma for more than 100 years. He and his wife, Mary Ann, and three dogs of indeterminate ancestry (the dogs that is, he had the wife tested, she's Irish) live on a fortified compound on the family farm just east of Fargo, Oklahoma.