I was born a poor bla...no, wait that was Steve Martin's line in The Jerk.
I was born and raised in the Virginia foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, we weren't rich by any means, but for the most part I didn't go without, at least the necessities. But what I did get from not having everything was how to use my imagination. And boy did I develop one.
Before I learned to write, I would create stories, drawing them in great detail (okay, stick figures aren't great detail but in my mind these drawings were master pieces.) Then once I could write, I spent years finding the right outlet. Poetry, plays, free verse, short stories, novellas...all finally leading me to my first long form story.
But what took me so long? Easy, life. Job. Marriage. Child. Divorce. Single parenthood with kids activities. Second marriage. Oh and don't forget, bills.
More to come.
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