This photo shows me leaving out the door with an air of . . . suspicion! Or, perhaps, some foreboding for the frozen tundra outside. Anyway, it’s recently occurred to me that my few loyal readers, as well as everyone gracious enough to follow my posts, haven’t much of a clue as to who I am. Thus, with a little trepidation, I’ve penned down the following (abridged) list of ten things which provide an insight into my values and admirations. Here goes . . .
1) I work as a bookseller by day, but my greatest passion is to write—particularly short stories with a weird, supernatural, or speculative orientation. I am obsessed with the macabre because I see it as integral to the human condition. To be macabre is to be human.
2) My favorite writers are Edgar Allan Poe and Ray Bradbury, primarily for their short stories. My favorite novel is Moby Dick: Or, The Whale–the latter is a massive undertaking in literature . . . among the few that’ve paid off.
3) I enjoy coffee, red wine, and music; the latter includes everything from Bach’s Goldberg Variations all the way to 1960’s psychedelia. My favorite song-writer is Bob Dylan.
4) Growing up, I was often referred to as an “old soul”, due to my dated tastes in art. My girls (despite my being only 29) refer to me as their “old man”—Well, I can’t deny it! I’m very intrigued by 19th century literature and print-culture, and often see myself drifting back into that time—delusionary though it certainly is.
5) I am blessed with a supportive and (very) patient wife and daughter. They are the greatest source of meaning in my life.
6) I love midnight walks to my local graveyard—particularly on a warm summer or fall night.
7) I write stories because, growing up, my grandfather wrote stories and told me tall tales. I still have his rejection letters from publishers zipped away in a black suitcase. He inspires me to this day. I lost him when I was thirteen.
8)I’m a lover of black and white films; everything from The Old Dark House to A Streetcar Named Desire.
9) In my early twenties, just prior to taking up writing during every spare moment, I played solo-gigs as a singer-songwriter at local bars and cafes.
10) I have many acquaintances, but very few close friends. I’m grateful for those who are close to me.
If you’ve made it thus far in my post, I thank you for reading. Perhaps it has given you a glimpse into my strange mind. Perhaps it has encouraged you to buy one of my books, or take up walks to your local graveyard—either way, I hope so!
Best,
Tylor James
Tylor James 
Mr. James a very conversant person, and a nice fellow. Anyone who likes Edgar Alan Poe can’t be all bad. I met Mr. James in a bar in a small town in Wisconsin. His lovely wife, or girlfriend, I cannot remember, was nice enough to let us talk for a bit, and he filled me in on what kind of writing he likes to do.
i’ve been tied up with some writing of my own and doing some volunteer work. But I intend to read Mr. James’s short stories and I suggested anyone who relates to how Mr. James describes his interest do the same.
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Dear Kevin,
That is very kind of you to say. Will you do me a favor, Sir, and email me? I remember our meeting, but rather stupidly forgot to save your number. (fireontheroad5@gmail.com).
Best,
Tylor James.
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