G. Kenneth Weir

I've never been one for 'About Me' entries. I can never seem to get the ratios correct, and usually end up sounding either pompous or self-effacing. The truth is I'm neither ... and both. Isn't this just like a writer?

At this point, my literary career is nothing to write home to Mother about. I co-wrote a nonfiction book in the late 90s, but it never gave me any lasting joy, for fiction is where my heart truly lies.

I tell stories. I'm a truth-bender. I'm a tale-spinner. Life is rich and full of color, indeed; but it takes a writer -- who is as far as I'm concerned equal parts saint and liar -- to stir the pot into something extraordinary.

Over the past 5-6 years I've been hard at the often painful task of actually LEARNING how to master the craft of writing. I've always been someone who could write virtually anything, from technical materials to commercial copy to emails to corporate communications. But of all the sub-genres that make up writing, FICTION is, without any doubt, the most incredibly difficult to master. Anyone who tells you any different is kidding themselves.

So here I am, 30-something, teaching myself how to craft good fiction. I trust you will not give me an easy time of it at this site, and you will give me as much pain as pleasure should you decide to critique the work I put up. How else, after all, does the acolyte become the master, if not by being put down time after time? Trial and error ... trial and error.