|A writer with solid book idea|
|I wrote in Sudan|
convince himself of that. I think Kindle has convinced us all of that.
I thought about my own journey to be a writer.
From the time I was seven or eight I used to wake up and write down stories. In class I wrote frantically with a pencil to finish writing assignments. I wrote several novels that have mercifully been burned.
|Joy reading for children|
Oh, I should mention the untold number of conferences I've attended, the offered seductions from NY
|Writing in Yucatan|
|Wrote for newspapers|
|Zero sales, but two books stolen!|
|Now I write with Dude, a rescue surf cat|
everywhere. But, I ask, do you have something to say? Is there art, joy, revelation, insight in your
words? Or, do you throw out a dead body in the beginning and follow the formula? Are you an illustrator of scenes, or a painter of them, an artist? Are your books quickly tossed aside, or placed on a shelf and touched lovingly each time the owner passes?
Oh hell yes, anyone can be a writer.