So here is the dealio…
I write. I write non-fiction, technical stuff. Sometimes I make good money doing it. I plan to continue.
I think I might enjoy writing some fiction. I have fits and starts. I don’t care if I make money from it. I don’t have a secret desire to be famous. I’m already famous in the circles that matter. Writing fiction is for me and my enjoyment.
If you read something here and like it. Wonderful. If you don’t. No big whoop. Hang out if you want. Leave when you want. Turn out the light to save the bill and the environment.
I will also most likely right (not a typo) a few things about my philosophy of life, religion and bigger issues. I already heard the meaning of life–it is 42–but I have questions that nag and I suspect this will be a sorting place. Feel free to give your input. Both on fiction and on my thoughts about life.
Male. Born 1963. Empty nest. Two kids. No pets. In a relationship with a wonderful woman from Waco. Accidentally clever with irregular frequency. Gregarious. Big feet (no ladies, it’s not true.) Smell of fresh cigar smoke on a good day, Jim Beam on a bad. Too smart for my own good; not enough to realize it.
You’d like me.