I’m a freelance writer. Maybe that conjurs up an image of someone busy with deadlines and phone calls to editors. Nope.
I write pretty much everything. Except personal essays at the moment. I’m waiting until I’m 50 to do this. It seems like a good time to start reflecting.
My fiction has appeared in several literary journals, a few of which no longer exist, and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. I once met an 86 year-old man in a restaurant who had also been nominated for the Pushcart. Never go around thinking you’re the only one in a room who’s been nominated for something.
Lately, I’ve been getting serious about freelance nonfiction. I have many interests, and my subject matter is just as varied. Hey, sounds a lot like art. My nonfiction has appeared in several publications as well–from a regional spendthrift journal The Dollar Stretcher to a national conservation magazine, American Forests. Occasionally, I get my photography published, too.
There is a jokes category that I’ve put together just for you. I did standup comedy very briefly, but have a large amount of proven and not-so-proven jokes to share.
You’ll notice I don’t have a bunch of images. Sorry for the lack of visual appeal. I’m pretty well determined to use images I have permission to use, or public domain images, rather than embedding images to which I have no rights.
Lastly, I’m working on my Master’s degree…in construction management. I always wanted to know how to build a house, and now I know how to build a thousand at once.