Lately: I write for pixels and pulp, pen paranormal sci-fi crime fiction and direct art-house films. I use my chops as a once-upon-a-time newspaperman to research the recherché (and other French words) on my blog and beyond. As a hired gun, I’ve filed columns for dozens of papers and magazines, from daily metros to the local rag I delivered as a paperboy.

I had protracted lost weekend in Hollywood working in film and TV development, squatting lots, ghosting and making short works for studios and record labels. I was briefly an award-winning wine critic but upgraded my rosé-tinted glasses for X-ray specs — all the better to examine the seamy underbelly of Lumaville, the setting of my recent work and the small town to which I’ve recently returned to save my soul…

Story Lab(yrinth)
Conceptual Art
Journo’s Notebook