Kenneth Bossard began writing after a career in mortgage banking. He always loved to write, penning poems as a child and writing city-wide articles in high school.
After pledging an African-American fraternity his freshman year, Ken went on to business school and the mortgage field. He never forgot the conflicts he experienced being a brand new, born-again Christian and entering the world of college fraternities. His book details those conflicts but from a woman's perspective. Though Ken writes ably from that perspective, he believes it is because he is able to lose himself in a character so unlike his own personality. He takes it as a deep testament to God's abilities when told "I can't believe a man wrote this."
Ken lives in the Washington, D.C. area.
How did you write such an authentic woman's voice in "Cheryl's Song."
Thank you, and I feel that is the second biggest compliment I get on the book. The first is that it allowed someone to open up about an area of hurt in their relationship with the opposite sex. I know men. Growing up with two older brothers and a father in the home, being a "boy's boy," very physical and athletic and of course, all the years in the fraternity, I know how men think. Cheryl took me by surprise. Many times when I was writing, I had to hurry as she talked to get exactly what she was saying in the way she spoke in my head because I don't think like her. It was a revelation, just the tenderness and caring and yet forcefulness of her personality. The answer is that I just let her talk, didn't try to change her, and wrote what she said the way she meant it, not how I thought. I let Cheryl be Cheryl.
What motivated you to become an indie author?
I didn't start out to self-publish. I submitted Cheryl's Song to Moody Publishers. My favorite female author, Tia McCollors, was a Moody author, so I chose them. On my birthday, I got a call from them, actually from an assistant there, saying that an editor was interested and would be calling. She did, and that was the best present I could have gotten. I went to a hotel, locked myself in for three days, began fasting and praying, and the final day I was certain of two things: first, I was going to get my master's degree from American University's a School of Journalism and that I should apply immediately, and second, Cheryl's Song would be self-published, and I should retain all rights. Now, how either of those two things were going to become reality, I had not a clue.