"If you would not be forgotten when you're dead and rotten, either write things worth reading, or do things worth writing." Ben Franklin
Like most of us, I’ve spent my life writing, first in school and then in my work life. But, I never thought of doing it as a career, or in my case, as a second career.
It all started when I was in my early fifties and longing to retire. I’d been working all my life in manufacturing and aerospace and always wondered what it was like to be a wine sales agent or selling appliances in a retail store. I made a list of things I thought I might like to do when I retired.
When I finished, most of the things I’d written involved more work or more of an investment than I wanted to make. At the bottom of my list, I had written, “author”. To this day, that is a mystery to me.
Full of myself as a man of words, and an inveterate storyteller, I set out to write the ultimate guide on life; everything in the world from A to Z. For instance, in the ‘A’ section would be things like abortion and assisted suicide. I would explain them and tell the world how to deal with them. Did I mention I was full of myself?
I finished the work and began sending it out to agents and publishers. I thought of opening a separate bank account to hold the funds I knew were sure to follow. After about my fifth rejection slip, and confused that these so-called literary experts could see genius staring them in the face, I awoke from my dream to realize that writing takes hours, days, weeks, and years of learning and practice, and even then the odds of hitting the big-time are rather small.
As I worked through all this over the years, I discovered my love for writing, and I’ll continue until they pry my cold, dead fingers from my keyboard.
We live in Seattle; that would be me and my wife, Gale, of nearly fifty years and our two aged Bengal cats, Zeppelin (ZZ) approaching nineteen in the year 2021, and Casey, almost sixteen. When I’m not writing, and budgets permitting, you’ll find us in a restaurant or a bar, or attending a play or musical performance. Oh, and I’m one of those crazies who enjoys losing little white balls in greener pastures.