I've been writing in one form or another since very young. my parents, a Baptist Minister and his trusty companion, Mother, thought i was on drugs, which i was, i mean come on it was the sixties. anyway vietnam came along and lucky me was sent to Germany for a 3 year tour. i got to do the whole Europe thing which was super cool. all of my life experiences are all bunched up in my head and i struggle to sort them out via poetry and/or short story fiction/nonfiction. I've been keeping jounals the whole time.
I've attended every possible writers group, some bad/some good, and taken what i thought useful. having said, i self published my first book of poems called, 'habiltual contrition,' which let me air some of my critiques/observations about organized religion and/or life experiences such as the death of family members, etc. i've retired from my job of 35 years and thankfully i'm happy writing each day, playing my guitar, and/or painting/assembling collages. i decided to self publish once i experienced the, 'institutional snobbery' thats become concretized within the industry. living in the south i'm accustomed to southern aristocracy which Tenessee Williams brought to life in such brilliant fashion. apparently there exists a secret society that has been sent by the creator of the universe to protect humanity from bad art. and though i do appreciate their efforts i went around the obstacle and am now learning about marketing. which sucks. my book is on Amazon and B&N and i'm still learning and writing. Picture this..