Now that I'm nearly eighty years old, I have paused to reflect on my writing career. John Steinbeck said that, "The profession of book writing makes horse racing seem like a solid, stable business." My latest effort, a long novel that is some of the best writing I've ever done, has received over sixty rejections from literary agents and publishers. So that's on the back burner for now.
Ever since my collection of dark, yet humorous poems entitled Inner Sanctum won me a trip to the principal's office at Clinton (Iowa) High School, I have been a writer. (Mr. Weber, the Principal, liked my work, by the way.) I was also the Sports Editor and Featured Satirist for The Clintonian (school paper) and yearbook. I've won a few awards over the years and published several novels that did not make me rich. No complaints.
But now I have set forth on writing a series of vignettes about my childhood growing up in Clinton and nearby Low Moor. My family has encouraged this effort because they liked hearing the (mostly true) stories of my experiences growing up poor and weird. Hope you like them, dear reader(s).
