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About

How do you start these? Ah yes…

ONCE UPON A TIME…
Out of boredom, a pencil-drawn, lined paper comic strip called SUPER CHICKEN was created. With a childlike hand, Super Chicken’s adventures in “Going Nowhere” (where he literally went no where) garnered fanatic support from all of my both parents who read it! Genuinely, the encouragement and enthusiasm from my parents catapulted an otherwise aimless bored kid into an artist capable of expression of complex emotions who can communicate them.

As the years went by and I grew to become a parent myself, I sought out those who loved making art and loved performing. Before I knew it two of my plays were being performed right before my eyes by people who I love; it was pure magic. Combine the tidal wave of that momentum with the whimsical horror fest that was my childhood movie and TV viewing; AHHH Real Monsters, The Pagemaster, Tales from the Crypt, Fern Gully, The Crow, Little Monsters, and Ghostbusters have all found their space on my shelf of fascination and inspiration; welcome to the fallout.

A young Caucasian man with spiked blue hair in a seated position staring over his left shoulder. Behind him are blurred out trees and grass. He is wearing a burgundy shirt and black leather jacket.

Since, I’ve found more kindred souls wandering our dust ball, adoring making content as much as I! This provided an opportunity realized through the production of a story made script by the horror anthology podcast The Grey Rooms. This certainly wasn’t the first toe I dipped in the pond Chateau De La Podcast! Prior to Grey Fame, I cut my teeth on a podcast with my best friend in the world, I networked with OTHER podcasters, I launched my OWN show called Remy Trails, I even did voice over work for the short horror story “My Boy” written and produced by Augie Peterson on The Short Stories of Augie Peterson.

Listen to my story from The Grey Rooms “They Don’t Eat The Living” right here:

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A young Caucasian man with spiked blue hair is staring intensely into the camera. He is standing against a white brick background and is wearing a burgundy shirt, black leather jacket, and magic eye necklace.

I’ve written a modest collection of short stories, almost all of which live comfortably in the Horror genre. Few things bring me as much Dopamine as terrifying you with your consent. There are a couple of erotic short stories that I’m extremely proud of, songs, essays, journal entries, poetry, fan fiction, resumes, the html for My Space. OH and COUNTLESS TTRPG characters and adventure hooks, one of which, with a little help from my friends, I’m turning into a complete adventure to be published!

A black cover with white text that read "Keeping A Stitched Upper Lip: vibrant illustration of emotional collapse and self discovery" Beneath this there is a set of high contrast pink pop art lips. they are slightly parted to reveal teeth and tongue. On the top lip there is a set of stitches.

So what’s next? I’ve released a collection of poetry as a coffee table book. Titled Keeping a Stitched Upper Lip, this vibrant illustration of emotional collapse and self discovery is a personal collection that I’m excited to share with you, dear reader. I constantly have multiple projects in various stages of completion. A few you are likely to see before the others include: Twitch Streaming and associated You Tube channel. Remy Trails is shaping up for another season after a several year hiatus (mental health is a fickle b*tch) and a novel series telling the story of the greatest Santa to ever wear the coal dust.

Thank you so much for taking the time to absorb my pontification. I’m sincerely glad that you are here. Did you know we are literally made of star dust?