I am older than I look and younger than I feel.
For most of my life, I lived so far back in the Cumberland Mts that I rarely came into contact with other people. I learned at an early age to make up stories as a form of recreation, but at that time, they were called lies. It was not until much later, that someone suggested I could put my overactive imagination to good use by writing fiction. One could either thank that person, or blame that person, depending on whether they like or dislike my work. I invite you to read my free books and let me know which way you’re leaning.