Since the year or two before my first book came out, I’ve had the pleasure of meeting and getting to know dozens of writers. The path each has followed to become a published author is a fascinating topic. Though similarities abound, every story is different.
My love for writing started as soon as I could hold a pen. Long before I knew my alphabet or numbers, I filled page after page with tiny little circles. Those early scribbles were probably chatty letters to my Aunt Toodles or early journal entries rather than made-up stories or notes for a future memoir.
My day job in academia involves a lot of writing, ranging from bits for newsletters and county newspapers to consumer fact sheets, grant proposals, and journal articles. Peer reviewers and editors often pointed out grammatical issues which, over time, I corrected. Writing in academia taught me to be precise and concise.
In 2008 I stumbled across blogspot and, twenty minutes later, had written my first post as The Crotchety Old Man. Blogging was fun. Over the next year or two, I learned about what I liked (and didn’t like) to write and what readers seemed to enjoy. Following a series of posts about my wild and reckless salad days, my fans encouraged me to write a book. Glass Houses, my never-to-be-published all-tell tell-all memoir was the result.
Writing the book was the easy part. When I’d finished, with no idea what to do with the manuscript, I joined the Athens Writers Workshop. They pointed out a lot of technical problems. Now I know they were just being nice. The meetings were interesting, so I kept going. Eventually, the other writers encouraged me to try my hand at fiction. Until Thanksgiving was the result.
Hmmmmm, what else do you want to know? I’m 58 , Pisces, gay, and a serial monogamist who is currently between partners. I live in beautiful Athens, Georgia with Toodles, my long-haired chihuahua. It gets a wee bit hot in the summer, but what passes for winter down here more than makes up for any discomfort the rest of the year. I’ve never been a fan of cold weather.
Thanks for popping in and for spending some of your precious time getting to know me. I appreciate it, really. Let me hear from you. Comment on my posts or send an email to mrupured@. I’d love to hear from you.