I left CBS News to move to the side of a volcano on Maui. More about that later.
I've joined a new group, Indie Debut 2010, made up of first-time authors whose books will be published by small presses. I'm excited to have the opportunity of sharing the journey through the world of publishing and promotion with this group of interesting, talented writers. My eyes have already been opened to a slew of possibilities that, until now, I've been clueless about. They all know how to do magical things with their computers, too. Boy, have I got a lot to learn! Please visit the website to learn more about these authors and their books.
About that move to Hawaii. High on the side of Haleakala crater on the island of Maui, is a town named Kula. When I lived there in the early 1970s, it was a very small place in the country. The neighboring town of Pukalani, was where the Hawaiian cowboys would gather on Saturday nights. Each morning I walked up the road and into the "woods" to a huge flat rock where I would sit alone and watch the sea far, far below in the distance. Sometimes, in winter, flurries of snow fell on me as the sun shone on the beach many miles away. I spent hours on that rock, thinking and dreaming and making up stories to entertain myself. Never wrote those stories down. But, I did share them with a buddy of mine. A cow. My route back to the lodge where I lived and worked, took me past a field fenced off with barbed wire. The sole occupant of that pasture was one lone cow. The first time we met, she was trying unsuccessfully to stretch her lips to a clump of yummy-looking grass just out of her reach. In this case, the grass WAS greener on the other side of the fence. I picked a handful for her and after she munched it, she stuck out her big, warm tongue and covered my face from chin to eyebrows with one hurge slurpy kiss. We were fast friends from that time on. Her soft brown eyes never left mine as I regaled her with my stories. I named her Estelle. What an audience!
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