About me…

Hallo! I’m Tyree Campbell, and this is my personal website. Welcome!

You’re here for one or more of three reasons. One, you’ve heard about me; two, you want to know something about me; three, you stumbled here by accident and figured, what the heck. Well, I don’t know how much I can help you in your quest for knowledge. Like you, I’m made of good things and flaws, trying to work on the good and eradicate the flaws. I don’t think anyone ever sets out specifically to do good, though. I mean, who gets up in the morning, yawns, stretches, and says, “I think I’ll do some good today.” No, what happens is, you do the best you can, and at the end of the day, maybe you hope you did some good. And if along the way you can get rid of a flaw, you do so and make it forever. See? Nothing much unusual about me . . . I’m not what I was. And I’m not where I’m going to be. I’m . . . well, I’m en route. Aren’t we all?

Ah, but how do I see myself?

Well, the first thing I do when I look in the mirror is run screaming from the room [hey, when you get to be my age, so will you]. It’s the second thing that counts, however. What I see in the mirror is a writer. What I do is tell stories. It’s what I was meant to do, it’s what God gave me a modicum of talent to do. I do it fairly well, apparently. I’ve won a Darrell Award, and I’m a Rhysling finalist. I’ve also been nominated for a Spectrum, a Lambda, three Tiptrees, two more Darrells, and probably a couple others along the way that I didn’t know about. I’ve also won three SF/Fantasy writing contests. So I’ve risen above the chopped-liver stage. Now I’m Braunschweiger :-). The next stage is cotto salami.

I write mostly science fiction, some horror, a few fantasy pieces. I’ve nothing against horror or fantasy, but genres are merely vehicles in which a story can be carried. Like all writers, I “see” stories; I “envision” what happens. And so far, that vision has seen mostly stories that can best be conveyed in a science fiction setting. I have also written in a couple of the subgenres, notably paranormal and steampunk.

These days I spend most of my time writing. Otherwise, I read a lot. I’ll probably blog on this site about what I’m reading, but for the moment I’m working on “Jane Eyre.” It’s a great character study, which aside from being a good story, also shows writers how to develop characters. Bronte’s writing is easy to follow and easy to read, despite the fact that many writers of that era tended to be prolix on occasion. I just finished John Brunner’s “The Long Result,” which he wrote in 1965, and “The Book Of Spies,” by Gayle Lynds, who writes along the lines of Robert Ludlum.

I like dogs. The first dog that was ever mine only was Abba [1989-2002], who was a Newfoundland/border collie mix, and whom I still miss. I found Keeya, an Australian cattle dog who regards the occupants of this house as her herd, in an animal shelter. She’d been abandoned twice, and still has separation issues whenever I have to travel. She’s getting on in years, too, born in 1999 as she was. That’s the hardest part: having to say goodbye. It always is . . .

Yeh, I watch a bit of television. I put the NFL or the Cubs on for background noise. When the fans cheer, I’ll turn around and watch the replay. I like a show that challenges the mind, with characters that are complex and not cardboard. Examples are The Mentalist, MacGyver, The Avengers [British series from the 60s], Star Trek: Voyager, and Doctor Who, both classic and new [although the new Season 6 episodes are rather disjointed and confusing]. I’m coming to like Castle as well. And yeh, the best SF series ever is either Doctor Who or Firefly.

I’ll have a few other things to say in my blogs now and then, so do stop back by. For now, I’ve a story to work on . . .

  • Your Brother, Chris

    I haven’t written much lately, but plug this in and see if it runs…


    Something said, and something not said,
    Troubled youth inside my old head,
    Angry mobs and visions of the dead,
    So black and white is merciless and red.

    She goes by talking and still talking,
    Ever since the demons came and went.
    She tries to pull me down and I screamed,
    Effervescent, all the time I’ve spent.

    Nothing meant, and naught insinuated,
    Though you might mind your own hallucinations,
    Victims of the latest foolishness.
    See, we can’t cure our weakest fascinations.

    It’s colder now that Spring is here,
    I heard her say so clearly in my dream.
    She tries to make believe in others,
    I try to see through things that seem.

    Equal parts of emptiness and shouting,
    What’s it takes to explode out in space?
    The peaceful rulers somewhere in the darkness
    Are victims of a suicidal race.

    It’s closer now that life is distant,
    Preciousness, the cruel philosophy.
    I can’t stand to take the secret with me,
    Effervescence is my destiny.

  • Roberta Shepard

    Hi, so what are you doing now?Are you still at Sam Dot since White Cat took over? Love to hear from you.

    Roberta Shepard.


    • Alban

      Hi, Roberta, I have my own company again! White Cat was a scam. Please get in touch with me at albanlake@yahoo.com.

  • Shiloh 0788

    Do you still look at this blog? I just read your story,The Treehugger. Why did you stop so short? I had just decided I was enjoying myself and then it just stopped. It is irritating to me, but not the first time a guy stopped before the climax was reached.
    Sexist joking aside, I hope I stumble across more of your stuff and really think this twist on the vampire tree nymph very creative and engaging on a lot of levels. If you are looking to appeal to a lot readers your hitting all the right notes to appeal across sub genres in sci-fi/fantasy. My list keyword was environmental science fiction and not too much came up. This would make a great campfire book, scaring the crap out of someone with tales of aliens under the trees!