I remember the first book I ever read. A book about the great baseball catcher Duke Snider. It was also the first reading I ever enjoyed. I remember sitting cross legged listening to my kindergarten teacher reading stories to the class.

I read fiction as to get lost in the story and visit places I've never been and probably never will.

An android tablet or a kindle.

This my sound strange but my lap is usually my desk. I first write the parts of the story in a spiral notebook that I keep near when the writing captures me. I do most of the tweaking when I enter it onto the computer. The story usually takes quite a twist here.

I grew up in East Cleveland Ohio. During this period of my life I couldn't wait to get the heck outta there, I thought it was the worse place on earth. Now tho I miss it terribly and realize what a fun and active childhood I had. I recently had a chance to drive thru my old neighborhood, I almost cried, memories over took me. The house that I grew up in no longer stands, many buildings that held memories are gone too. I realized that I'm old and those times are gone, there's a lot I wish I'd done differently, feelings made known. Kinda like the song - I JUST CAME HOME TO COUNT THE MEMORIES, by John Anderson I think.

I believe it was in my early 30's, mostly religious poems.

It's a story about a reclusive old man that befriends young co-worker, each learns from the other. I'm currently at a crossroad as to what direction the story should go, sad happy, happy sad, just sad or just happy.