Life has been rough and tumble so, at the age of 57, I find myself drawing a disability pension and looking around for something to fill my time and challenge me. I’m the sort who needs constant variety just to keep breathing. I’m not in a wheelchair or anything and it’s been a long time since I drooled on my bib. So, I’m not a complete basket case — but there’s enough going on that I won’t be punching a clock anymore.
When I worked for the railroad, every train was unique. So is every writing assignment that comes to me. I like that.
FYI, I have a vocabulary to gag a maggot and everything else I might need to serve you quickly and professionally is within 10 feet of me. Just imagine a balding guy beating the keyboard into submission several hours a day and you’re just about on target.
