I am a writer with 3 books so far. One is Christian Fiction and the other is Fantasy Fiction. My favorite genre is drama, and I also direct my plays and sometimes even appear in them. I also write poetry.
My latest one is Historical Fiction.
As a writer I have to go places sane people do not like to go for fear of dirtying their clothes. To produce a realistic book or play or poem you have to look at all of life--the good, the bad, the painful, the tragic and the wonderful. For the most part it ends up in my work and doesn't stick to me long.
I have been a living historian for years and years, and currently am the chaplain for the 5th Ga. We portray what the men went through in the War Between the States, and tell the history of that time period form the perspective of the individual soldier.
I serve as a Major, and teach the period dancing on the side and call a few dances from time to time.

I am spontaneous, intelligent, and Irish

Right now I am engaged in producing a play, and writing another novel. This part of my life usually only changes with the name of the play and the novel I am working on.

I have 3 books published now. You can get them directly from the publisher (see below) or order them at your favorite book sellers.
My newest one is A Servant's Story. http://www.friesenpress.com/bookstore/title/119734000002250447/
There’s No Such Truth as “Just Because” can be found at http://www.publishamerica.net/product86819.html
And Do I Trust You? may be found at http://www.publishamerica.net/product87284.html
I do think you will enjoy both books.

I am also in the MAT program at ASU. I love teaching, and want to get certified so I can teach high school or college.

I am good at listening. I am also good at writing and talking. I read all the time, so I am able to converse on a wide variety of subject matter.

I have a certain intensity about me. Some people have even called me fierce-- but that is before they know I am a kindly old cannibal.
I rarely bite, and only seldom even growl.

Les Miserables is probably my favorite book, but I like most of the classics. I like a book with plot, story line and well defined characters, not one which depends on special effects.
Peretti, Grisham, Koontz, Conroy, Sparks all are on my shelf--or more likely on a chair or by my bed or someplace like that. Hemingway and Dickens and of course Shakespeare are visited with often as well.
Music.... well not rap. I prefer Classical --leaning heavily on piano and strings. I like folk and rock -- 60's 70's music. I actually like the lyrics better than the music and think folks like Dylan and Baez were great poets/artists.

God. With me it is not religion, it is relationship. God is my Friend.
Books and music
Coffee is way up high in the gottahaves!
My cat Wookie is something I might have to do without someday, but would not want to.
Most of my camping is circa 1860, but I love it
Clean socks are a must too!

I'm a writer! I spend much of my time thinking about the worlds I am creating, and the people in them. Being a writer is something like being God! I create a 'world' via my word--I people it, allowing my characters a certain amount of free will, yet having the basic journey they are on pretty much mapped out and fixed. I give them life, I take it away. And I love my creations!

Busy. If I'm not working on a play I am writing one or in a camp preparing to repel the Yankee hoards.

For the Sake of the Poems

I am so alone.
I stare at the stars above me, and try just to breathe.
How curious that the sudden awareness of my coming death
has awakened me to the fact that I have no one,
that I spent my life discarding loved ones
like poems that didn’t work along the way.
Faces flutter across my soul, and guilt overwhelms me
when I must struggle to put names on their smiles.
Images whirl like autumn leaves in a storm around each face.
As I grew older, piece by piece, I chose to move outside myself
those ideas and those people that cluttered my solitude.
Old friends; new friends . . . they were all the same.
I truly believed I did not have the stamina for them.
Like bits of granite they weighted my soul
demanding attention, gobbling more and more of my
precious internal moments.
I was fighting for my life!
I could not afford such draining ties.
I thought if I set them aside I would have the strength
for greater, more profound efforts.
Not for myself, but for the poems.
A solitary for the sake of the words,
and the poems required me to create a magnificent self.
All my strength went into that.
The splendid impostor.
There may be no tomorrow.
I am so alone.
I am old, and tired.
Fighting for one more day is too difficult!
A day is nothing.
Life is over, and I am condemned to spend
my last moments with a man I do not know at all.
Myself.
A soft desperate laugh escapes my throat.
Blessed God! What a sparkling wasteland I carved in my heart!
For the sake of the poems.

You are real, and want to be friends. You do not have to want to spend the rest of your life with me, or even go on a date.
We can talk, email, feed the ducks, or just be friends.
If you are real and you find me interesting; by all means, message me!