My Publishers Biography

Born and raised in Michigan, Mr. Noell has traveled extensively and has lived in various locations throughout the United States, including such places as Mackinac Island, Michigan, Vail, Colorado, Key West, Florida and Bar Harbor, Maine.

"My love for travel is probably one of my main drives in life, followed closely by my love for horses and anything involving boating or the sea. If I could own a small ranch near an ocean, that is what I would choose to do." Noell states.

Mr. Noell currently makes his home on a small farm surrounded by a national forest in northern Michigan and hopes to one day travel more internationally and buy a bigger piece of land in the western part of the United States.

He is self employed, and a freelance writer who concentrates on writing editorial work, as well as satire, humor and western fiction.

My passion is ...

The sea

I know too much about ...

Horse manure

My parents always told me ...

If you knew how often the nieghbors thought of you, you wouldn't care what they thought of you.

My childhood ambition ...

Cop, Fireman, Austronaut...the usual stuff.

My favorite memory ...

Still waiting

Why I write ...

Mostly for personal satisfaction, but I love the "high" I get from selling an article.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

C.J. Box , Tony Hillerman and Margaret Coel novels, mostly news channels, the Corb Lund Band and Ian Tysen

My first job ...

Cleaning the foosball tables and the lanes at the bowling alley for $1.60 an hour

My best moment ...

Still waiting

My inspiration ...

William Jefferson Clinton

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Spring

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"It's Saturday and There's Work to be Done in the Garden"

Its late March here in Michigan, the weather is still cold and it's wet. When I say wet, I don't mean we've had a day or two of light rain. I mean wet. Last week, with temperatures in the mid-forties, 30 inches of snow still covered the ground.

Then late last week something magical happened. It was almost as if Mother Nature herself had suddenly realized that spring had arrived and it was yet again time for her to shine. The temperatures began to rise, the gray and blue clouds of winter were gone, the sun was shining brightly...

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