I have always been an odd person; introverted, isolated, thoughtful about some things, oblivious of others. Sometimes it’s been great fun; sometimes it’s been very painful. But in any case, the result has been that I’m somewhat set apart. I don’t follow the ordinary ‘script’ or accept the authority of general opinion. Instead, I’ve spent my life seeking for real, solid principles and ideas to live by; deep roots to stand on and glories to strive for. I’ve mostly found these in Christ, in philosophy, in history, and in fiction.
Fiction, while not the greatest of my interests, is the one nearest to my heart. Stories of all kinds are my delight, whether old or new, high or low, frothy as foam or deep as the abyss. My greatest ambition is to create the kind of stories that I’ve loved; to give to others what others have given to me, and to show beauty, nobility, and truth to those who yearn for them.
Currently, I live in southeast Michigan, where I work on my books and try to scrape together a living as a professional writer for various sites around the web, including The Federalist, The Everyman, Catholic Match, and Aleteia.
So…What’s with the Snakes?
I like snakes. I relate to snakes.
Snakes are unique, independent, solitary creatures. They stand apart from the other animals of the world, and for the most part they just want to be left alone, yet they are so dangerous when provoked that some of the most powerful creatures on Earth fear them.
Now, you might think that snakes are an odd mascot for a self-professed Catholic: aren’t they images of the devil?
Well, yes; sometimes. But remember, the snake was the first miracle God performed at the start of the Exodus: Aaron’s staff turned into a serpent before Pharaoh and his court and devoured the staves of the high priests as a sign of God’s superiority over the Egyptian gods.
The serpent spoke for the Devil in the Garden, but it spoke for God before the throne of kings.