Sooo, you wanna know about Turd?
Well, it’s simple . . . I’m a television news photographer who got bored with real stories and started making shit up. First short stories, then a full-blown novel.
They’re all stories about crusty news veterans who’ve been on the street too long. They’re quick. They’re punchy. And they’re as gritty as the crews that patrol the mean streets looking for a scoop. Although my main character shares my crappy moniker, he’s a sharper shooter and waaaaaay cooler.
Since my first night in a newsroom back at KTVE-TV/Monroe, LA in 1989, I’ve known that telling people’s stories was my calling in life. The exhilaration of the controlled chaos and deadline pressure in the newsroom feeds my action jones. The people who welcome guys like me into their lives at the worst possible moments and greatest days ever feed my soul.
After more than twenty years behind the camera, I decided to take a crack in front of it . . . or rather, the conditions of the business forced me there. Most of my television stories hang out near the end of the newscast with the water skiing squirrels and the 400-pound watermelons, but that’s just fine by me. It’s the people I meet every day that are important. Everyone has a story to tell, and it’s my job to help them tell it. I ain’t got the kind of face you might want staring back at you from the TV screen, but it pays the bills, and no one has called my boss to say I’m scaring their children . . . yet.
Fiction is a hobby. I figured, “Hey, how hard can it be? I already make stories out of shit people tell me. With fiction, I can make them do what I want.” Boy, was I wrong. Characters have a mind of their own, and getting them to bend to my will is even harder than pinning down a politician. It ain’t paying the bills yet, so while you’re here, look around. Find something you like and help out my retirement account. (TV don’t pay what it used to.) Or, just check out some of my writer and TV friends. They’re all good peeps with stories of their own to tell.