I own a lot of land, just beyond of Boulder Colorado, twelve acres, and on it I have my house, my four horses, and just about everything I have. My wife Naomi, my oldest kid Catherine age eleven, my son Nathan age four, and our dog Peyton, he's around nine.

Not to say I have them, (laughing) but we have been here for just about four years now. We moved here so I could work more, and we also wanted another young one, hence Nathan. So, since I've been here, I have written exactly one hundred and two pages, gone through about eight paper shredder reviews, and frustrated my publisher to no end.

Shannon, my pub rep, has been out here over a dozen times, she always brings the family treats, and she knows I will have broke more paper shredders, so she'll bring me another one. It's almost laughable, no it is laughable. I know the authentic story is supposed to be in this mess somewhere, but I'll be if I can discover it. What I should do is purchase stock in some business that manufacturers fellowes paper shredders.

I keep burning up the motors or something, I don't know, all I can say is that, I have not been able to use computers yet, and typing was the way it had to be. It's a complicated story, but to give you an idea, I had been working for a newspaper from about 1984, to the end of 1989, when there was a fire. The fire took our first child Micheal, the fire was caused by a surge on the lines, coming from our worn out systems. Needless to say, I was, and still am traumatized by the whole thing. I know it seems odd, but for some reason I can't get over it.