I fell in love with writing as a kid. It's so cliche, I know. Cue the soft music and gauzy lights as remembrance takes us back to yesteryear...
I won't bore you with that story because you've heard it all before from a long line of professional and wanna-be writers. At this moment, you're asking:
"What is he writing now? Why should I support a man I barely know? Why should I part with my hard-earned cash--even just $2?" Indeed, why should you?
My love of writing has stuck with me all through childhood and adolescence and on up into adulthood, but it's never been something I pursued with any degree of seriousness. I was raised in the Western tradition of getting a good public education then finding a job and working until you couldn't work anymore. Art wasn't made by regular folk. It was made by people more gifted and talented by far. But if I wasn't meant to make art, why did that tugging never leave me alone? Story ideas were like a puppy scampering around my ankles, tugging at my cuffs, bothering me when I should have been concentrating on my day job.
I'm going to be fifty soon (good Lord!) and I have only now started to write with anything approaching a degree of seriousness. I am attracted to noir and crime fiction in the tradition of Dashiell Hammett, Raymond Chandler, and Ross MacDonald--the Three Wise Men of hard boiled detective fiction. On the surface, my stories are about cops and robbers, but underneath they are about remorse and redemption and finding one's way.
I have no idea if my stories and the world they inhabit will have mass appeal. Your small donation acts as encouragement, inspiration, and confirmation that what a little boy had dreamed, an old man could finally make real.
Thanks.