Theric Jepson (legal name in the banner up there) spent most of his growing-up years in the mountains of Idaho, and California. He currently lives in El Cerrito, California with his wife and sons and untold snails.
Theric is a writer of fiction and suchlike. His first novel, Byuck, has just been released from Strange Violin Editions.
Until he hires a publicist to share how awesome he is, please enjoy this poem from the one and only Danny Nelson (it covers pretty much everything there is to know about the guy):
In Praise of Thmighty Theric
Thmighty is Theric; yes, thmighty is he,
thever and thever we'll praise him, you see.
From thheadland to valley, from thmountain to sea,
thenuthiasts gather to sound this decree:
thmighty is Theric. Yes, thmighty is he.
Tharticles he writes have a passion and grace
and thintricate working, like letter-sprung lace.
Though thmisandrists may gather his works to efface,
not one spot of his works can they find to therase.
(And, on top of all this, he has a nice thface.)
The thtories he writes are both clever and pure,
the thort of good writing we know will endure.
His thtylings of thentences have their allure,
and thalso his diction! His thtalents can blur
the fine thline between genius and the thobscure.
So, hail thawesome Theric! His writing so crisp
on many a thubject, on sparities disp,
remind us there’s thnothing, not even a wisp,
in writing that isn’t improved with a thlisp.
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