Brothers Campfire began in 2018 in an online game forum called Resources. 

Believe it or not, the game involved.…acquiring resources. However, I discovered on the forum that if I wrote a few lines that rhymed, players would provide me with more in-game resources than if I actually played. I used the tagline, “To all ranks and stations, a poem for your donations,” and amidst jealous scorn, The Bard was born. 

Within the forum, I met an animal control officer from the London area and an artist from British Columbia. They encouraged me to write a character sad, hurting, and full of rage. I gave it some thought, and The Beast was featured. 

As online things go, writing requests for the absurd and downright putrid were requested. Not wanting to be the bad guy, I found a fictional control, The Brother. The Brother laid down the law in the forum and prevented the Bard and Beast from delving into darkness too deeply. 

Adulting called Moving on from the game, I kept in contact with a few avid readers. They encouraged me to make a website and write more about the Bard, Beast, and Brother.

I pitched my idea to my father, and in August 2019, the first chapter of the Ongoing Tale made its debut.  As my website developed, I began to add snippets of my daily life including hobbies, life experiences, and the progress of Willow Manor, my urban farm. In 2023, I seriously slowed down my writing to reflect on direction, placing a heavy focus on my family and putting in work for my local community.  

During this time, I learned I possess a knack for acquiring resources…

So, this is how it ties together. I am an urban farmer who might know a guy, and I like to tell stories at my Campfire.

Without further ado, 

Gather round, and I will spin you a tale!