ABOUT page:
My necessary bio (trying not to make this into a mini-memoir):
I spent my formative years as an Air Force brat, moving all over the map, including 3 years in Japan. Then there was the University of Texas, where I discovered that being an English major meant you could do anything, or nothing. My senior year I found myself among a dozen fellow honors students, all of whom followed a scholarly path into grad school. At the last minute, [it dawned on me that life would make me miserable, so] I jumped ship. I got a masters degree in film production and began a career in the film business that lasted a dozen uneven, tumultuous years, before I drifted back into the academy and got a doctorate in education. I wanted to apply my media experience to learning and education. Somewhere along that road, I became a grownup, a husband, the breadwinner and a parent. Filmmaking meant those early nomadic ways continued, from Austin and Dallas to El Paso and Houston. Somewhere in that itinerary was a decade at Virginia Tech, in Blacksburg, Virginia, where my kids grew up.
Me – cold!
Eventually my duties in faculty development, and my life as a scholar, felt somewhat constraining, if not frustrating. Maybe you know what I mean. I was churning out loads of grant proposals, scholarly articles and curricular materials, but what I really wanted was a cooler fanbase. In other words, I wanted to be a writer! It was a lifelong dream, born after winning a city-wide short story contest in the seventh grade. That dream had never died but had simply gone into hibernation after facing the need to be the family breadwinner and earn a living.
Me – cold!
Eventually my duties in faculty development, and my life as a scholar, felt somewhat constraining, if not frustrating. Maybe you know what I mean. I was churning out loads of grant proposals, scholarly articles and curricular materials, but what I really wanted was a cooler fanbase. In other words, I wanted to be a writer! It was a lifelong dream, born after winning a city-wide short story contest in the seventh grade. That dream had never died but had simply gone into hibernation after facing the need to be the family breadwinner and earn a living.
That lifelong dream, born after winning a city-wide short story contest in the seventh grade, still loomed. I wanted to be a writer!
Madness & mayhem!
Eventually my duties in faculty development, and my life as a scholar, felt somewhat constraining, if not frustrating. Maybe you know what I mean. I was churning out loads of grant proposals, scholarly articles and curricular materials, but what I really wanted was a cooler fanbase. In other words, I wanted to be a writer! It was a lifelong dream, born after winning a city-wide short story contest in the seventh grade. That dream had never died but had simply gone into hibernation after facing the need to be the family breadwinner and earn a living.
