: About Me

I am a retired Dentist, retired Professional Custom Golf Club Makers, a published first novel, can't spell and plagued with dyslexia, write dialog in soft mountain dialect,other than that, I seem to get along with folks.
I spend most of my time writing,playing golf and pleasing Miss Joan. I am married to a retired Nun which has taken the Oath of Forgiveness and that is sometimes in my favor. I simply adore my Joan who I call "Miss Joan" affectingly because she has such a great independent presents which I admire.
My first novel, "The Curse Of Satan's Collar" which is about my father's life growing up in the Smoky Mountains,customs,hangings, stolen British payroll gold(named Half-Ass George III that were intended to be trace gold payroll coin that were only embossed on one side), a mountain monk that's not a monk,an alcoholic mule named George Washington,and cherry-jump moonshine, will be out in a month.
I have also written 40 shorts story that you will see soon. My user-name comes from the Cataloochee Valley of the Smoky Mountains. But will this web let me write dialog in mountain dialect, that is the gobsmacking question? JWM

My passion is ...

Pleasing Miss Joan, writing,and golf

I know too much about ...

I can feel the way people will act next. And it has made some nervous

My parents always told me ...

not to write, all writers are drunks,we want you to be another Biiy Gram

My childhood ambition ...

To be a veternarian and live like Trazan

My favorite memory ...

Leaving home

Why I write ...

I hear two muses, A male, Tell-All, and a female, Lady Echo

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Stage Plays and Mountain Customs, Blue Grass

My first job ...

paper boy, cutting grass, and selling home grown vegertables

My best moment ...

when I found out I was dyslexic, Until then, I thought I was dumb

My inspiration ...

To write something like Charles Dickens and Mark Twain

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Learning to Stutter- It was the last part of the month of July 1936, on a Friday afternoon. The weather had been hot most of the day. But it had cooled off in the afternoon. I was looking forward to going to the Friday night movies, seeing John Wayne and cooling off in the movie's air-conditioning, which we didn't have. Something had taken my smile away. I think that maybe it was what I heard at supper time. Annie Mama had said, "Tonight we are not going to the Friday night movies, but instead were going to visit your Dad's friend, Bruce Burnett. His wife, Sally, broke her leg falling off ...

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