Can you hear that sound? It’s the trees calling. That primeval urge to go home to the woods, to smell the air, and the innate need for Quiet are things
that motivate me. Though I currently live in southeast Michigan, it is this need that causes me to hitch up the horse trailer and
haul my family of animals six hours north to Drummond Island
each year.
Someone once described me as a “woodsy ragamuffin”. This
is pretty accurate, except for the seemingly incongruous fact that, like many thespians, I enjoy dressing up. There are various reasons people do stage plays: A love of
the arts; a desire to be someone else at least temporarily; an urge to behave erratically in a public forum. While all these apply to me, my main reason is that I am, quite simply, a ham. I love karaoke too. There’s nothing like bopping around
on stage in leather pants, swinging a microphone and forcing a crowd of strangers to listen to my slightly off-key version
of, “Tracks of My Tears”.
I'm sort of an amature
behaviorist, having loved to learn different aspects of animal training. My dog Scorch does many tricks, and Clifford
does too. I've raised many puppies over the years, and some of them have gone on to be police dogs, therapy dogs, leader
dogs, and search and rescue dogs, as well as treasured family members. I guess combining this with my love to write,
it was only a matter of time before I came out with a puppy training book.
Lately, though,
the thing taking up most of my attention is the CLIFFORD MOVIE -- I've written a screenplay adaptation of the book and
now face the daunting task of trying to market it. Meanwhile, I am working on the sequel, RETURN TO MANITOU.
