About Gregor Everitt

 

Otherwise known as That Which Provides Food, Grrregor, or Fr. Angus O'Sodom MacGomorragh, I currently reside in Madison, Wisconsin, where I edit books and journals in English and Spanish, write this and that (at the moment, this), serve as cohost on Psychoacoustics (8-11PM Central Time, every Thursday save the first Thursday of the month, WORT, 89.9 FM, Madison), grow basil and morning glories and other things, practice Santería, and read Tarot cards, palms, charts, bus schedules, and good books only.

This site began in 2001 (actually, late 2000) as a way to flex my literary muscles. A number of intervening events caused me to leave the gym, as it were, and thus what you find here is an archive of where I was and who I was while I was there back then. Some of my writing still pleases me, and some of it embarrasses me now, but it is what it is. At some point I may add more, but given that I would like to get published--on paper, by a publisher--and publishers tend to decline previously published material, even if the so-called publishing occurred online, chances are that substantial pieces won't show up on this site. (If you are a publisher, literary agent, or other industry mover-and-shaker, I promise to be very, very nice to you should you wish to speak with me regarding possible future projects.) BUTCH, my iguana, serves as the figurehead/mouthpiece/conceit of this site, mainly because I wanted to distance myself, even during my salad days, from a few of the sentiments offered herein. Well, the gig is up. If you choose to contact me, be ye literary agent or not, be assured of a cordial response, as I'm much more polite and humble than my favorite lizard, who still rules imperious and aloof from her perch.

I have much to be thankful for, most of all my fantastic boyfriend, Monkey. That's him to my left in the photo you see on this page. He rules. And he's mine, so back off, bitch. (Oops, that must have been BUTCH talking.)

I hope you enjoy your trip through BUTCH's site. It's been nice typing at you, but I have to write something else now. May all be well and good with you and yours.

 

 

© 2002 Gregor Everitt