I haven’t tried tried to publish any one of my four novels. Three of which will need at least one more rewrite. My goal is to find a good editor and self publish. I’m too old to beg some agent to adopt me, or a publisher to book me. I think of writing as a game. No sport ever hooked me like this, not even golf. Wish I had given the sticks away sooner. The only joy better than the written word is, you guessed it, is love. Oh, yeah, the greatest game since Adam and Eve. I got damn lucky. Found the perfect partner. Good night Irene, I’ll see you in my dreams, and in the morning.
For all you wanna be’s,here’s a bit of inspiration: I began writing at seventy two. I’m Now going on eighty seven.(My 3rd boyhood) This time I hope to become an author. In each of these stories, I’ll post some excerpts, a chapters or two. I’d appreciate any written thoughts, good or bad. Think of me as just a big old kid trying to learn this beautiful art called “Writing.”