About
One person. Two crafts. Zero pants.
The story behind the books, the furniture, and the workshop where both somehow coexist.
Hi. I make things.
Some of those things are novels. Some of them are furniture. Both involve long stretches of time alone, a lot of second-guessing, and the occasional moment where everything clicks and you think: yeah, that's the one.
I started writing because I had stories I couldn't stop thinking about. I started woodworking because I needed a bookshelf and couldn't find one I liked. One thing led to another, and now I spend my days alternating between a keyboard and a workbench, which is a strange way to live but an extremely good one.
The pants thing is a long story. The short version: I work from home, I have strong opinions about comfort, and at some point it became a whole thing. Here we are.
The WritingFiction that earns its keep
I write novels. Character-driven, plot-propelled, the kind of fiction where you care about the people before you care about what happens to them. I've been writing since I was old enough to know that made-up stories could be more true than real ones.
My books take a while. I'd rather get it right than get it out fast. When something's done, it's done — and it'll hold up.
The WoodworkingBuilt by hand, meant to last
I build furniture. Beds, shelves, patio pieces, couches, chairs, storage — anything you can sit on, sleep in, or put your stuff in. I work with solid wood, real joinery, and a deep suspicion of anything that comes in a flat box.
Every piece is built in my workshop, by me, with my hands. No shortcuts. No particle board. No assembly instructions.
What I actually believe
Make it well or don't make it
Both crafts live or die on craft. A story that doesn't earn its ending is just words. A shelf that wobbles is just wood. I'd rather take longer and get it right.
Comfort is not a compromise
The best work happens when you're not fighting your environment. Good chair, good light, no pants. These are not luxuries. They are conditions.
Things should last
I'm not interested in disposable. Not in furniture, not in fiction. If I build it or write it, I want it to still be good in twenty years.
Want something built or something to read?
Both are available. One takes longer than the other. You can probably guess which.