The moment I''ve waited a lifetime for has come . . .

To my eternal delight I had a package waiting for me at the UPS store the other day. It was a book--the one you see to your right. I tore into the package and turned to page 183--what did I see there, you ask? I saw this:

Yes, that is my story. My byline. Me. I can remember writing the words that appear on those pages. I wrote them on this very computer.

Yes, it's a small press. It ain't like it's Playboy or Cosmopolitan, but hell, I'll take it. I really can't describe it. I mean, I've read that story until really I'm sick of it, and I've seen the proofs that look exactly like the book but in electronic form, but it's not the same thing as actually getting my hands on the damned thing.

I do have more ideas for stories and I may actually write them, since, now that I can say I'm published, a lot more doors are open to me that were closed before. We'll see. Maybe this will lead to something. Maybe not. Either way, I"m happy.

Now, if I could just get somebody to listen to my music . . . that's next on the list. You could do that--just click the links above or underneath the image of the book. After clicking the image of the book and ordering it, that is.