After all that work on this site to give you the impression that I am an artist through and through, here I reveal that it is all a lie. In the past few years I've spent more time hunched over a keyboard than anything else, except for scrounging for change. Why? Check out the Lumberjack page and detail for the quickest explanation.

And I just like it.

Here I will drop in excerpts from my stories and epic novel as I have time. Since temp work and straightened circumstances have been my stock in trade for all too long, these excerpts will highlight some of my least savoury experiences in recent history.

Temp Job was written as an entry for a local newspaper contest. A contest requirement was to include a peculiar sentence about a chicken burrito, which you'll find towards the end. Most of the temp jobs the hero describes I've actually had, including the fish job.