Everybody Has to Start Somewhere
Once upon a time, I was a 15-year-old writer with too many ideas. Some of those ideas coagulated into Trouble on the Range, which I felt the need to share with family friends who lived out of state. Every time I finished an episode, I stuck it in an envelope, slapped a stamp on that puppy, and sent it hurtling through snail-maildom all the way to Arkansas. This went on for a few years until the serial reached its end and I had to go to college. (One had very little to do with the other.)
Lately, I've been wondering what to do with these 30-odd (very odd) episodes. I try to find homes for all my stories, even those written a l-o-n-g time ago, but... Trouble on the Range was written by a kid. I'm not sure if it's suitable for public consumption. It's a western. It's weird. There's no fourth wall. And somehow, the characters (including the author) eventually get transported into Casablanca. That's right: the movie. What can I say? Everybody starts somewhere.
So, here's what I've decided. In an effort to enthrall my loyal subscribers, I'm resurrecting Trouble on the Range in all its glory (?). Edits will be made to improve the quality of the writing, but overall, this is the same story those family friends received in the mail over twenty years ago.
In other news, Liz Blocker tagged me with a Versatile Blogger Award, and I'm supposed to tell you 7 things about myself that you may not already know:
1) I once met a U.S. President.
2) I've trod upon the Great Wall of China.
3) I graduated summa cum laude.
4) I've been teaching for 15 years.
5) I learned how to swim when I was 16 and how to surf when I was 22.
6) I'm allergic to avocado.
7) Some people seem to think I look like Anthony Edwards. Go figure.
Happy trails to you, until we meet again.