About Brock Meier

Words

The intersection of words, sounds, language, and psychology was potent and fascinating entertainment for a boy and his brothers. Brock Meier grew up playing with the way that words could enter his ears, drill through his brain and penetrate to somewhere deep inside. His favorite book was the dictionary, and he could hardly believe the miraculous nature of a book his sister brought home one day: Roget’s Thesaurus.

Stories

Then there were the rich and innumerable stories—from Brock Meier’s father (a former POW in WWII Germany) and mother (who gave birth while that war raged), from his father’s mother (first woman to drive a car in Saint Louis MO) and his mother’s father (a blacksmith in the mountains of Colorado). Times long past were strange and wondrous to the little boy trying to make sense of life in 1950s Middle-America.

Art

By the age of 25, he temporarily retired from a high-tech research position to pursue a passion of painting astronomical subjects that possessed a philosophical and spiritual core.

Having grown up in his parents’ amateur darkroom, photography continued to dance around the periphery of Brock Meier’s life. It culminated in fifteen years as a frequently awarded, professional fine-art photographer, pushing the boundaries of the familiar.

Fiction

Words of story and poetry finally joined the other artistic sensibilities he had long practiced. While intrigued for decades with the power of storytelling, Brock Meier began writing serious fiction in 2016.

He did not embark on his first work, the novel A Peculiar Darkness, as a labor of love, or even by his own free will. It was a matter of self-preservation. Dragged nearly kicking and screaming into the ranks of fiction-writers, he eventually embraced the art and discovered his gift of dredging up the stuff of story from hidden depths. You can read the full story here— “Why and how I wrote A Peculiar Darkness.”

Brock Meier says— “The stories keep coming from a deep well, dug down into the bedrock of a lifetime.

Sometimes the season is abundant with rain, the water-table rises and the well gushes over its rim without effort. The flow is impossible to stifle or slow. These are heady times, when the moving images of complete scenes play on the silver screen of my mind. Then before they can evaporate into thin air, I rush to pull those scenes down and flow them out in ink onto paper.

In other times, the season is dry and the water level drops. Yet the well is deep, and its source deeper still. Pulling water to the surface requires more effort, but the spring never fails, and the water then seems even colder and fresher than ever.”

Through it all, Brock Meier acknowledges that the artistic gifts he expresses are just that—simple gifts of creativity, received undeservedly from the One who invented creating— “For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things. To Him be the glory forever!”

Home Base

Brock Meier lives in the Hill Country of Texas, where the land possesses a quiet sort of beauty, running with cold, spring-fed streams, and treed with ancient, majestic cypress.

Extracurricular Activities

When not writing, Brock Meier finds time to make exotic wines and experimental desserts as he listens to jazz, opera, and classical music—all while thinking about where the next story is headed.