The first thing I ever officially wrote was in tenth grade...and it was to impress a girl. Our class was given a group assignment to record a 15 minute audio tape in the style of old radio shows (i.e. Dick Tracy) - all from original idea's. My group included the prettiest girl in the entire school (Vicki) who happened to be the captain of the cheerleader squad. When Vicki asked if anybody had any idea's for a story, I impulsively blurted out that I would write the script -- even though I had never written fiction before. My active imagination was put to the test as I wrote a horror story about a young boy who becomes enamored with his reflection in an antique full-length mirror brought home by his mom one day. Our recording was well received when we played it for the class, but the teacher pulled us aside afterwards. She couldn't believe that the material we used to make the tape was original, and wanted to know where we got it from. After we finally convinced her that I had written it from scratch, she suggested that I submit it to several short story contests...which I never did. (I still have the story though)
After that experience I decided to join the school newspaper and made a name for myself writing mostly sports articles, but occasionally they would throw me a bone and let me write some feature pieces. My favorite (and most controversial) was an article I entitled...The Art of Skipping.
When I went to college I started off majoring in Journalism, but soon realized that life in that world could prove to be financially challenging. So I decided to pursue more lucrative majors (ending up graduating as a business major) and writing slowly faded into the background as I confronted the realities of GPA’s, school loans, early morning alarms and late-night dinners, heart-stopping love, dirty diapers, mortgages, coaching clinics, scholarship applications and everything else that tend to induce follicle disembarkation and enlarged prostrates. It wasn’t until two of my three children had flown the coop that I found myself with spare time I was unaccustomed to. All it took was a sprinkle of attention and the warmth of my interest to rekindle a decades old love.
That was almost nine years ago, and the funny thing is…I feel like I’m just now hitting my stride.
Unfortunately, my previous agent and I decided to go our separate ways - so I am once again in the hunt.
Born a military brat, I started this adventure surrounded by the lushness of Honolulu, Hawaii. The beautiful surroundings didn't have much time to leave an impression on me because 11 months later my Dad and his military life grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and shuttled me off to our next post. The bases our family was stationed at (Navy) were generally on the east coast and hopping around every couple years became the norm. Luckily I was able to spend all 4 of my high school years in one location...Havelock, North Carolina. I went to college at LSU (GEAUX TIGERS) where I met my best friend and future wife. After we married we moved to Atlanta and had our first child in 1987. We quickly realized living closer to family was something we both wanted, so by the time our daughter came along in 1990, it was a downright must. At the time my parents lived in New Jersey and my wife's mother and step-dad lived in Arkansas. It wasn't even a contest, Arkansas it was.
We now have three children and are living comfortably in the Natural State. Eight years ago I re-discovered my affair with the written word...and here I am. In the real world I'm an introvert and uber-shy (not the same thing) and most people confuse that with being stuck up or uncaring. The only reason I'm married (luckily so) is because my wife took charge during the dating process. The only place where shyness isn't a factor is when I'm on-line. If you want to know something else, just ask. I'm pretty much an open book (pardon the pun).