When I was in the seventh grade, we had an English teacher; her name was Mrs. Miller. Our assingment was to write a short story about anything we wanted. I wrote a story about a Mustang and a Corvette sitting at a red light. The suspense built up, as the adrenalin, RPMs and the smell of exhaust mixed together. At the end of the story, you didn't know if the Corvette was ever there; or if it was a ghost. When I received the paper back the next day, it was covered from top to bottom with red ink. However I received a 100 for content. At the end of class, she took me aside and told me I had what it takes to be a great writer. Being a young boy of thirteen, I had no interest in spelling, grammar and punctuation. (To this day, it's unbelievably hard for me.) So I srugged it off.
In the early 80's I wrote and illustrated three children's books... "Too Much Cheese"..."The Fox and Farmer Beeching"...and "The Secret of Cypress Swamp." My attemps to get published were unsuccessful. So I just set it aside and told myself, "you're a construction worker, not a writer."
In 2006, on my way home from Ice Fishing with one of my sons; I told him I was going to write a small novel.
"Have you ever read a novel," he asked?
"Well... no I haven't," I replied.
"Well then how the hell are you going to write one," he giggled.
So I went on to write a small SiFi, titled "When We Play God." Some that read it, liked it, however most did not. ( It was one of those Stephen King things (either you like it or you don't.) I told myself that I could do better and wrote "Cross Cut Alley" (a believable fiction.) In 2010 I wrote "Grandpa and Me" (another believable fiction) and my own version of "Crumbs of a Writer," a collection of true short stories, for my grandchildren and their grandchildren. My goal was to have something published, to leave a footprint to show that I once existed.
I have now found a publisher and we have published "Cross Cut Alley"... "Too Much Cheese"... "Grandpa and Me" and "The Secret of Cypress Swamp." Coming soon "The Fox and Farmer Beeching."