Steve Carrison

You found your way here. Why, how, who cares.

22 Spanish summers made me a sparky outgoing person. Always speaking.
10 Finnish winters have made me a quieter persona. Watching. Listening.

Sometimes I recall the Mediterranean sun hitting me, heating me, and I can scribble, scream, script, push the boundaries of any story to be written.

Sometimes the Finnish woods, their apparent silence, nurtures me into deeper plots, holes, whole plot holes to be solved jumping ditches and ponds.

Read, watch, and let’s write something together.