Confessions

You aren’t going to find a wall of text about what inspired me to write, where I get ideas for my novels, why I haven’t tried to find an agent yet, or any other who/what/where.

Here are a few confessions that are more telling than any wall of text.

I’ve never read Harry Potter.

After reading The Road by Cormac McCarthy a second time I put some serious research into finding a preppers club. Did you know you can coat eggs with oil and make them last a long time? I didn’t join a group. But I did end up keeping a survival book I bought for someone else.

Swimming in a lake is my no-no. I am certain there is a prehistoric and deadly creature lurking at the bottom. I have no problem swimming in the ocean. Make sense of that! I can’t.

My two kittens act like squirrels on crack. They scare people who come in my home. This amuses me.

I don’t have a junk drawer. I have a junk closet, that’s in a junk room.

I’ve read all of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s books at least five time. My daughter, who is nine, is now reading them to me. Our favorite is On the Banks of Plum Creek.

I have a pair of my grandmother’s gloves. When I miss her I smell them. It helps.

It was the end of November 2011 when I got my first smart phone. Before that I had never sent a text.

My girlfriend and I have plans to get tattoos that match up to create something, like a butterfly. It will be my first.

A comic book/gaming store opened at my local mall. The owner doesn’t mind me sitting on the floor going through box after box of comics.

Also, I follow comic book artists on Twitter and stalk them the way some do movie stars.

 

more to come….

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