Many who take to the written word consider themselves artist.  As such they feel obligated to paint their ideas with such obscurity that they defy comprehension and then those same writers blame the reader for not understanding.  I am not one of those writers.  I am shamelessly and without apology a storyteller.  It is an ancient and honorable art, probably older than the images painted on the walls of caves in Germany's Neanderthal valley.  Early man used stories to explain a mysterious universe, to record knowledge, to provide themselves with a history, and to enrich their lives.  For those of us who now labor in front of computer screens, instead of wielding primitive brushes loaded with crude pigments, the art remains pretty much unchanged.  We must, without prejudice, give life and action to both fascinating lies and great truths.

So if you like a good yarn, hang around.   I'm given to spinning tall tales, true lies and occasionally a hand crafted fable.  My first offering is in the short story section,  Try it.  If you like it let me know.  If not, silence is a virtue.