Born 1937, Army brat, Studied Russian at Syracuse U. USAF Top Secret Clearance,Two masters degrees, Guidance and counseling and Public Administration. I love to write, paint in oils, ride horses, hike, camp, hunt and just about anything out doors. I am a devout Christian.
What is your writing process?
Laborious. I love to write but hate to sit. I have spondylolethesis, (sic) stenosis, herniated discs etc. So I carry little note pads and put pen to paper anywhere/how I can. I even do this in the middle of the night in order to turn off the tapes and shut my mind down. I am a story teller and best at public speaking but authors have to write. I never learned to type or play an instrument for that matter. The signals from my brain go the wrong way before they get to my fingers. I can tell because when I make a typing mistake, which is often, my toes curl up. Actually I use my computer like everyone else but so much of that technology is a mystery, I'm still struggling with Mason jars. I write, edit, write edit ad nausea. I write any time the mood hits me. I don't sleep much. I want to get a dictation program I can use while walking.
Do you remember the first story you ever read, and the impact it had on you?
My Friend Flicka. I fell in love with the notion of having a horse which would have been unusual for a boy from New Jersey. Yet I found an old stable built during the revolutionary war. I lied to the owner I was an experienced rider and I would muck rake stalls for free rides. My first ride alone I became a passenger on a wild ride but I didn't give up. I longed to escape to the west someday. I love the outdoors and wide open spaces. Eventually it all happened. I live in beautiful southern Utah.
A storm more fierce than any came to this small community making havoc where none was needed during one of the worst economic times of American history. This storm was just the beginning of a number of calamities besieging a poor farm belonging to a modest Bishop of the Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter Day Saints. One after the other a challenge of sorts had to be dealt with.