I’m from the southeastern United States. I grew up eating dirt, drinking goat’s milk (from goats that ate poison ivy), and painting camels outside in the driveway. Yet, in spite of those things, I graduated college at 18 years of age.
Now, 20 years post college and having had a few out-of-my-control setbacks in life, I’m re-discovering myself. I’m writing again – my very first story was titled “The Cats in the Carillon”. I was six.
I’m not six anymore, my current piece has approximately 100,000 words, and my main character is not a cat.
With any luck I’ll add to this blog at least once a week. To borrow from Mel Brooks’ 1974 movie Blazing Saddles, “Always like to keep my audience riveted!”