Hi! I’m Jeff. And I’m usually scared shitless.
I know, right? You’re thinking, Wait, what? How did I get here? And what’s he scared of?
Well, obviously not self-expression. How’d you get here? I don’t know, Google? Probably Google. Or maybe Facebook. Ugh, Facebook. Don’t even get me started on that.
Anyway, let’s take it one thing at a time. Because otherwise people end up pregnant. Not that I would know anything about that.
(No, seriously, I wouldn’t. I’m gay. Moving on!)
“Who the hell are you?”
I’m a writer, and I’ve got two books out. If you’re interested in that, check out Detours, which was published in 2011 by Bold Strokes Books, and The Unwanted, a young adult fantasy novel, which came out in 2014. And I’m working on a sequel. And I cuss a lot. You probably noticed, right?
If you’re looking for a bit of the free stuff (that sounds dirty), you can check out my short story “Looking for Bigfoot” at Little Fiction and my essay “How to Make a Soufflé in 38 Easy Steps” at Aftertastes. And if you’re still interested in more, then I probably like you already because stories rock. Check out the list on this page. Some of them can be read for free, too. Because I’m cheap and easy.
“What’s this whole thing about?”
I love to write. I love it so much, I left my full-time job in 2012 and went to graduate school in creative writing at the University of British Columbia. I was 43 and kind of old for grad school, but not the oldest person in the program, thank god. I was older than most of my teachers, though. Awkward.
Anyway, since I graduated in 2014, I’ve been writing and teaching and frequently freelancing. And talking about writing. Like, a lot. You’ll find a bunch of that here. I post about things I’m working on, books and stories I’ve read and loved, the writing process, and poutine. “What do french fries and cheese curds smothered in gravy have to do with writing?” you ask. I dunno, except that, like stories, they’re fucking awesome.
“So what are you scared shitless about?”
The tenuousness of this existence and the high likelihood that I’ll fall flat on my face at any given moment. Which is part of the excitement, but also part of the reason I lose sleep.
“What if I don’t care about stories?”
What, seriously? How the hell did you get here?