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Biog
I have been a published author since 2005. I first published a nonfiction book called, rhetorically, Would God Move a Ping-Pong Table? It is sub-titled "a cumulative analysis of faith and religion. No, I honestly do not think God would move a Ping-Pong table. But it was moved in 1988 in a dormitory at the University of Minnesota-Duluth, and my Christian dorm mate still insists I attribute this act to my prayers to God.
I graduated from the University of Minnesota- Duluth with an English degree and a passion to write. I worked full time jobs and wrote on the weekends. I even kept a journal for a few years. In 1998, from a series of short stories based on experiences working at a health club, an obscure Canadian publication published "The Den of Antiquities" under the pen name M.B. Moshe.
I wrote. . .and I wrote. I filled 3.5 floppies with text; fiction and vast catalogues of poetry. I look back now and see how I got tighter (in writing). I see how my writing pecked for, and finally found that voice that is imperative. I am always improving (you judge), finding the voice that is me, but still observant of my audience and their accessibilities.
In 2011 I began writing about an incident I observed in a small local barber shop. An Orthodox Jewish man entered with his young son. He instructed the barber to take a little off the sides for his boy. From that happening, ideas surmounted, culminating into my first historical fiction novel, The Orthodoxy of Arrogance. I looked at some indie publishers and decided on one. The novel came on the market in January of 2013.
In April of 2012 I became a full-time writer. I write on my prose during the week with the diligence and tenacity I emulated as a medical records clerk. Weekends are for poetry. The brain is shortened and the space will follow. Two poems, at least, per weekend. On this schedule I have been able to get my first novel (available for your perusal at the link on this blog.)
My writing is fictional. I enjoy taking benign or malignant events from history, surrounding them with my characters, and telling a story. I surmise how history could affect an extraordinary character; one who is not like the people we know who've embraced history and either thrived or failed. My characters usually have baggage they bring through time monitored fantasies that either weigh them down or enable them to tell the story.
Poetry is becoming more instrumental to me every day. It encapsulates what you want to say in a way prose can't. Its brevity holds it from running. A poem captures a thought or a moment in ways prosaic books will never know. A poem to me is an opportunity for the art of language.
I live in a Minneapolis suburb with my artist wife. Alone or together we enjoy the bike trails. But even then, as I bike sometimes, story lines or poem rhymes will knock upon my ears. In promoting my book I went on twitter. I am amazed on tweets I see, the elbows I rub and the eyes that see me. Somewhere on the bottom of the globe an Aussie bloke is seeing my tweet. This amazes me, at 48; the last generation that knew what it was like to actually have to occasionally talk to someone face-to- face.
I graduated from the University of Minnesota- Duluth with an English degree and a passion to write. I worked full time jobs and wrote on the weekends. I even kept a journal for a few years. In 1998, from a series of short stories based on experiences working at a health club, an obscure Canadian publication published "The Den of Antiquities" under the pen name M.B. Moshe.
I wrote. . .and I wrote. I filled 3.5 floppies with text; fiction and vast catalogues of poetry. I look back now and see how I got tighter (in writing). I see how my writing pecked for, and finally found that voice that is imperative. I am always improving (you judge), finding the voice that is me, but still observant of my audience and their accessibilities.
In 2011 I began writing about an incident I observed in a small local barber shop. An Orthodox Jewish man entered with his young son. He instructed the barber to take a little off the sides for his boy. From that happening, ideas surmounted, culminating into my first historical fiction novel, The Orthodoxy of Arrogance. I looked at some indie publishers and decided on one. The novel came on the market in January of 2013.
In April of 2012 I became a full-time writer. I write on my prose during the week with the diligence and tenacity I emulated as a medical records clerk. Weekends are for poetry. The brain is shortened and the space will follow. Two poems, at least, per weekend. On this schedule I have been able to get my first novel (available for your perusal at the link on this blog.)
My writing is fictional. I enjoy taking benign or malignant events from history, surrounding them with my characters, and telling a story. I surmise how history could affect an extraordinary character; one who is not like the people we know who've embraced history and either thrived or failed. My characters usually have baggage they bring through time monitored fantasies that either weigh them down or enable them to tell the story.
Poetry is becoming more instrumental to me every day. It encapsulates what you want to say in a way prose can't. Its brevity holds it from running. A poem captures a thought or a moment in ways prosaic books will never know. A poem to me is an opportunity for the art of language.
I live in a Minneapolis suburb with my artist wife. Alone or together we enjoy the bike trails. But even then, as I bike sometimes, story lines or poem rhymes will knock upon my ears. In promoting my book I went on twitter. I am amazed on tweets I see, the elbows I rub and the eyes that see me. Somewhere on the bottom of the globe an Aussie bloke is seeing my tweet. This amazes me, at 48; the last generation that knew what it was like to actually have to occasionally talk to someone face-to- face.
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