ShireSteve Davis
(he/him)
I have been a farmer, software developer, township assessor, IT consultant, ISP owner, husband, father, and now grandfather. I have written and ePublished on Apple and Kindle two novels, The Solace of Solitude: A House without Mirrors Keeps Safe the Illusion and Null Stillness: Land of Spirits for a Barren Soul.
Currently I live in Elmwood, but I am in the process of moving home to Smithshire.
When do you call yourself a writer?
After you have written several stories, articles, poems, novels, and one is compelled to explain where the time has gone. After making your writing public, where others will read your thoughts exposing the inadequacy and quirkiness. When asked if you are a writer and answer is, yes.
When do you feel like a writer?
Someone reads your story or poem, then asks questioningly, It's good, did you write this?” Accepting the dread of investing time scribbling over the pursuit of fun in your life. You've finished a work and know in your heart it has merit. This thought is followed by the slap of reality, no one really cares. No one will likley read your work. Granting grace to yourself, even mediocre writers are writers.
Spotlight
The Solace of Solitude: A House without Mirrors Keeps Safe the Illusion
A writer seeking solitude finds a North Carolina beach house. He comes to discover the family who owns the property has more secrets to reveal than his mythical beasts of imagination.
Available from Apple Books and in the Kindle Store.
Null Stillness: Land of Spirits for a Barren Soul
Carol Parker returns to her family farm in 1974. Applying lessons learned from her grandparents, Carol builds a successful produce and fruit operation. Her niece, Karen Grace Parker, visits in 2021. She comes to discover spirits in the land that tie her to many generations. Carol teaches Karen Grace the complexity of silence and the fullness of emptiness.
Available from Apple Books and in the Kindle Store.
Reflection of Children & Grandchildren
A child grows
Unguided by anyone
Will stretch and reach
Learns lessons
We do not teach
A child knows
A safe place
warm love-filled hugs
Shares joys
Smears snot on face
A child grows
To weight too heavy
To size too high
Surpasses in knowledge
Then waves good-bye
A child knows
Paths are trod
Assailed by stress
In midst of toil
Love's memory nod
Burning Questions
What are your favorite words? And why?
Lost hillbilly lingo - I used to hear.
If you were stuck on a deserted island and only had one book with you, which book would it be and why?
The Autobiography of Mark Twain
What's something you're really good at?
Naïveté - One would think I would become mature and sophisticated, but I have an immunity to proper decorum.
Connect
Twitter: @ShireSteve
Website: Forgottonia — Shire Tales