On the Road Again
*My great grandson, Owen, welcomes you to my post…
Since I’ve spent a large portion of my life ‘on the road’ in either a work capacity or living in a new city or town, it came to me that it might interest some folks about possibilities of Wanderlust, Shifting Thoughts, and/or simply the Nature of the Beast…and, perhaps obvious to some ‘the Nature of the Beast’ scenario is perhaps the most accurate among the short list of selections – but, all of them play a part in this Romantic’s tale.
Well, sure, it’s a bit late for a psychiatrist’s visit, and, the truth is, much of my life I’ve thought those ladies and gentlemen with the plush offices and comfortable chairs and sofas were the people who needed some directional assistance themselves… Now, I mean no disrespect to these ‘head-working’ people. We all have to be somewhere. The bottom-line, I figured that it was I who needed to do the mind-work to figure me out, and it has come slowly, surely, and with some degree of stimulants (like alcohol, depressive thoughts, lonely bars, and cheap motels.
There are a lot of boys and girls growing up in the southern part of our country – that is, states like Tennessee, Kentucky, Georgia, Alabama, where some of our youth more or less get mixed signals in their growing up, although I’m suspecting Tennessee and those beautiful Appalachian hills might claim all the marbles for this shortcoming– I’m so-stating this because this is where my non-glorious life began, complete with trauma, dirt roads, parental arguments and fighting, divorce, state-run schools, and a substantial overload on one’s psyche and intellect…sufficient without further glamorous etching.
Yes, I know each of us came from somewhere and had story-book childhoods, loving parents, good education, and better than fair looks down the roads they would take in growing into whatever it was they were to be. As it would turn out, with all that swirling debris in my mind and soul, I made that long trip with some nice successes along the way, the best of which was my fourth wife, Julie Anne – a true treasure of love and sacrifice (I come with sacrifices! Just, saying!)
Julie Anne has been my reader and editor of twenty novels plus near 400 blog posts and lots of poetry. Some of the novels are taken from crimes that have not been solved to this day, on a shelf of ‘unsolved cases’ in a police station in Phoenix, Arizona and/or Bisbee, Arizona. If I must say, the writing is good and should be read by every reader: for enjoyment, of course, but to catch a few typos and/or errata along the way… There are a couple of books that tell a bit of my personal story, even some film bits of which I was a part, hopefully to make the reader buy a book – my book, that is!
I’m still writing while the clock ticks away the time and I figure to keep typing away for some years yet. At the end of this is the address of my Web site, where all my books, with synopses, some 5-star reviews, and an e-mail for anyone who would like to correspond with me.
I’m too old to be embarrassed by my words in this blog post. Thank you for reading…