(Upon the release of his first professionally published work)
This is the early afternoon of a perfect October day that deserves a darn good outdoor hike. Sunny,, crisp,, flannel shirt and sweatshirt weather. Thick soled, camel colored tennis shoes and baggy pants weather. Too old for a pick-up football game, but in excellent fettle for an old guy jaunt into the forest and onto a path which always enthralls and evokes memories, allowing stress relief from the modern world for minutes to hours.
Then back to the keyboard, sans the mask and short life of a carefree wandering ambassador of waves and smiles, who grooved to old tunes or hearkened to teachings from beloved speakers through over-sized headphones and a cell phone while trodding along through the sparse autumn leaves and avoiding bicyclists.
Writing stories are the easiest part of the path to published work. The publisher has their own…
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