I have been hauled – kicking and screaming – into the 21st century where, it has been said, a writer MUST have a WEB PAGE. Not enough to publish a book and go on to the next, one MUST have a WEB PAGE. Pointing out that this irritates me no end, has proven useless. It HAS to be done. So here I am – doing it.
There are three books featured on this site. I wrote them. I like them. They are nice books. Reviewers have liked them as well. More importantly, people who read them take time to let me know what they enjoyed, and how much. Does the heart good.
What I should be doing is sharing all the notes and letters and conversations about the aforementioned books in hope that you will be interested in buying them, but that sounds like work to me.
It is very difficult for me to promote myself. Goes against every fibre of my being. I am almost jealous of people who can do that, but not quite. Self praise annoys me. Actually, it makes me want to smack someone, but that isn’t very nice now, is it?
There it is and here I am. Welcome. Glad you could drop by. I would offer you virtual tea and poppy seed cakes but I don’t have a virtual recipe.
PS I just noticed that the page says I am an artist as well as a writer. That’s a stretch, but I do like the cover of Wild Pieces and the picture on this page. I did both. My favorite painting was supposed to have a lovely hill in it – sweeping down to the sea, as it were – but I can’t draw for beans and the hill began to look like a Rodent (Of Unusual Size), so I gave it an eye and a pink nose, a few whiskers. Perhaps I’ll put it here – on my WEB PAGE – someday, so you can have a laugh.
Here is something I love:
A Man Said to the Universe, by Stephen Crane
A man said to the universe:
“Sir, I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.”