Born into a family of storytellers, I learned early that the first liar doesn’t stand a chance and an entertaining fabrication was sometimes sufficient to distract an adult long enough for them to forget how mad they are.
I started writing at a young age, mostly just the alphabet at first. Gradually, I learned to assemble words and form sentences, somewhat and sometimes.
Imagine my joy upon discovering I could write my stories down! Consistent creative re-imaging was within my grasp.
Then, one day as I am toiling my life away providing for my family and myself, my wife asked me if I am ever going to do anything with all of my scribblings. I had never considered actually doing anything with them; outside of pleasuring myself and making her read them. Why don’t you publish some of them, she asked. D’ya think? I said. Yep, she said. So I did, and here we are. What do you think?