
In the fourth Grade, I stumbled upon an ambition. In the Fourth Grade, Andy Schlagle wrote a story about two squirrels who happened to be dectectives. From this far back, I cannot recall much of the story, but it spurred me on to want to write.
I am led to believe that Andy never did pursue his God given talent. And, at last died being an unpublished author.
You can see that if you tell people that you are a writer, you gain immediate respect. Of course, the first question asked is,"Well what have you written?"
If you are completely honest, you say,"Well, I am an unpublished author. The reaction to this statement is usually mixed. The thought being," Well, if you are unpublished, how can you call yourself a writer?" I would contend that even though unpublished if I had ever written anything, I would still be an author.
Walt Bodine, a local author says;"Writing is easy, all you do is open up a vein and bleed." Some do at that. However, I look upon it as a way to earn bread without breaking into a sweat.
Stories I would like to relate....


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