About KC:

My love of reading started with my older sister. Our folks owned a mom-and-pop motel on a highway being slowly strangled by the new Interstate to Portland. Julia came home from school every day and in our apartment above the motel’s office, taught me what she had learned. We can blame the reading thing on her.

My love of writing was fed by the reading and then by the Ouija board in my Aunt Lucy’s attic. My cousins and I went up the creaking stairs, to the place that smelled of mothballs and cedar and that staleness that comes from disuse. It was perfect. A great whopper of an Indiana lightning storm rolled across the corn fields. Each flash through the high window made the shadowy objects in the corners come alive. It was perfect. So perfect for a Ouija board to tell us our futures.

I’ve never not written. In my job in finance telling true stories with numbers, I’ve lugged one manuscript after another through airport after airport hoping for a space in time to open up, that a bit of inspiration could be willed to the surface, and that chance to breathe life into another character.

But there were kids to feed, and bills to pay… you know the story… and then they were grown up and the bills were paid. There was life after that life.

Lots of education followed, both via official and hard knocks variety. Notably, working with Tom Jenks on the Art of the Story, and the Stanford Novel Certificate program.

And, it’s official. I’m a writer, an author, a conjurer of words into shapes that come alive in the dark corners when the lightning flashes just right.