Many years ago, my kids forced me to watch, "The Fast and the Furious." They thought it was the best thing since ice cream. I'm car crazy, yet I hated it. They challenged me to write something better. So, here I am, a grizzly old retired curmudgeon of near seventy, who spent the majority of his life building houses and making jewelry, who now has six novels and ten screenplays under his belt that no one but family and friends have read. any suggestions for where to go next?
Tim, join me down at the pub for a pint. We can swap tales of woe. I only have three novels but twelve scripts. Old age is a bitch, isn't it?
Sounds like a lot of fun, but I live outside of San Diego in Ramona. I'll have to take a rain check. If you're ever down this way, give me a heads up.