I’ve self-published some stories online, but inexperienced with online marketing, failed to make an impression. When I got out of school, my father looked at me and asked me what I wanted to do. He was a blue-collar worker who'd had to give up on his dreams until he was well passed fifty, when he became a millwright. I said I wanted to be a writer. He said: "All right. I’ll give you a year." I wrote a novel—in verse—"Robin Hood" and published it in a vanity press. To pay for it, I had to work in the mill. Life gets in the way of your dreams sometimes, but you don’t stop chasing your dreams.