About

Tim is a former Regional Advisor for the Southern California Chapter of The Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI). He has attended and organized many a conference on writing children’s books. This experience has taught him just how many wonderful, devoted book-loving people are hard at work in the industry, trying to bring young readers the next awesome novel!

Okay, who is this Tim Burke guy?

When he was just a wee sprout of a little feller, he discovered the FREDDY THE PIG series by Walter R. Brooks. Reading about a pig who earned his pilot’s license, started the First Animal Bank, became a crime solving detective, played baseball with Martians—well, no wonder Tim fell in love with books. 

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He’s also really good at cussing:

—Oww, flibberty jibbet that hurts.

—Oysters Rockefeller, this is hot.

—Festering bunions! Look out!

 —Bonaparte’s bidets, it’s on fire!

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He collects nifty words like bloviate, crapulous, and sialoquent.

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He thinks sledge hockey is awesome.

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His favorite blooper trying to speak Japanese:

wanted to tell a young mother her new baby was cute,

but ended up saying, “Your baby is scary!” (Her expression told him something was wrong …)

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knows crows and squirrels are vastly more clever

and interesting than people suspect

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Tim is hooked on ice hockey but still has all his teeth.

He’s played ever since kindergarten.

The poor man is also addicted to guitar and has the guitars to prove it.

He plays in several bands. 

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Tim and his wife, Jan, have two mutts from the pound.

The photos will tell you who the real bosses are.

Jolie, aka Scoldilocks, delivers a blistering opinion on having to wait for the morning walk.

Wylie letting us know with his look of scorn that his dinner is 17 nanoseconds late.

Wylie, our own personal Walmart greeter

Hey, w-a-a-a-ait a minute … is that my sunhat?