Monday, October 30, 2017

Monday, May 16, 2016

Ohio Arts Council Individual Excellence Award

I'm quite pleased to announce that I have received my second Ohio Arts Council Individual Excellence Award for Fiction! I'm so proud of my state and all they do for the arts!

In honor of this award, I am going to post pieces from my novel The Noon Siren, which I have been working on for a very long time.  It's about a small town in upstate New York and the lives of seven characters brought together by a series of strange events, including the discovery of a skull in a wondrous enormous house on a hill, told from the voice of the town, my humble attempt to write in the vein of Richard Russo and Brian Doyle, because I love their work. 

This is the strange and beautiful house where Stella and Lee find the skull.  A photo I took a long time ago  . . . 

Monday, February 23, 2015


The frost on the window in the early morning.  Simply frost, and yet it looks like trees in a foreign landscape.  Makes me want to write more science fiction.

Sunday, February 22, 2015


I play with words and images.  I've always considered it play, even when I'm dead serious about what I'm trying to say or show. I love the process, and sometimes the process is just about seeing what might happen if . . .  So these days I'm playing with photos, how two images can create something new. Sometimes I find images that play well together, like the one above. Seals on the beach in California and dead trees on a blue day in Chautauqua, New York. I would never have found this image if I didn't play, always trying something new, allowing myself the time to make mistakes.  

An aside: My father, Kirk Willis, was an actor and director.  The word play has been part of my life since my earliest memories.  

Thursday, February 19, 2015


I'm playing with diptychs.  How two images speak to each other.  The person viewing them makes up a story, how they relate to each other.  It's sort of what the fiction writer does, creating images and moments, not wanting, or even able, to put it all in, leaving room for the reader's imagination.

Monday, February 16, 2015

I just love the Turkish cover!!!!!

Wednesday, August 21, 2013


Without words these days, but still seeing  what kind of startling fiction can come from truth, and how truth is only our own fiction, the world as only we see it. So images, for now.  My own.  None of these are true.

Saturday, August 17, 2013