I’m a Book Shaman, a Master Jungian Depth Coach & Equus Coach, a Nomad, and a Nondescript Heathen, but above all, I’m a Writer. I began my writing career at the age of seven when I penned my first brilliant short story about witches with carbuncles. As a teenager my writing leaned toward the morose when I attempted to write my vast memoir at the age of fourteen. Finally, at seventeen, with my towering experience in regards to the matters of love, I wrote a few pages of a romance novel. I’m currently revising the first book of a middle-grade fantasy trilogy, and shitty-first-drafting a weird western about a gnat named Louis.
My 10,000 hours (of Malcolm Gladwell fame) in “applying ass to chair”, obtaining a Bachelor’s in English/Creative Writing, along with an M.F.A., and devouring thousands of books, spawned my Book Shaman practice where I have helped New York Times bestselling authors to “transmute fuzzy thoughts into language people can understand.”
These days, I’m on a mission to empower writers to unearth their deepest creativity so they can craft the most profound and authentic art of their lives.
I’ve moved over thirty times, hence the nomadic nature, but for now I reside in the Wild, Wild West with my menagerie of four-leggeds: Three horses, two pups, three chickens, and a colony of cats. To some this urge to move might seem exciting, however, there have been times I’ve ended up in the deepest bowels of our great Mother Earth. For example, I spent a year living in Rawlins, Wyoming where I was blown back and forth across the road and where I ran home from school every day on the lookout for dark vans that kidnapped children. I once peed my pants while frantically searching for my latchkey.
