It’s Mother’s Day .  Mom, I’m all right.  I’m a lonely man with a career.  Yes, I’m naughty.  If you were still here, you would kill me.  Working crazy hours, drinking, and fooling around.  Let’s just say that I’m a man now.  Sorry, mom.  I can hear you say, “Steven, stop it.” I want to do what I do and I want to do it now.  I’m a man, who tries to cook, grocery shop, and manage my money. Yesterday I had a book signing at Barnes & Noble.  People wanted my books and asked for an autograph.  Imagine that, Mom.  Life isn’t the same without you.  I miss you.   I eat like we used to even though my attendants don’t like it.  I have found where you bought my favorite ice cream and learned the price of food.  Food isn’t cheap.  Sometimes I want to join you.  I used to make fun of going to the farmers’ market, but I go myself to get vegetables.  I’m independent and well.  Thank you, Mom.


May 11, 2017

This week I’m critiquing papers for a speech instructor at Madison College.  It will be one of the final times that I will “work” since the instructor is retiring soon.  The one hundred and fifty dollars will be nice in my checking account.  I will probably save it and buy more produce at the farmers’ market.  I won’t make money writing.  People like me don’t have careers. or jobs.  I’m just an amazing guy according to people.  I have started a new book.  I’m just a writer.  One day I will die and the only people who know what I did will be my family and the English people.  It doesn’t matter to me.  I’m the author.

Yay Spring!!

April 24, 2017

Spring is here.  The grass is turning green and dandelions are popping up everywhere.  Birds are chirping outside.  There is nothing like it.  Ah, spring is like a fresh breath of air.


April 10, 2017

It’s tax day this week.  People hate to pay taxes, but I would pay taxes if I was allowed to have an income.  I shouldn’t be penalized for having a disability.  The high cost of specialized medical equipment and my personal care isn’t my fault.  I’m a valuable member of society not a liability.  All that I ask is to be given good care and be allowed to pursue the American dream.

Yes, I can be an ass.

April 5, 2017

Some of my attendants think that I’m rude and I can be sometimes.  They expect me to be polite all of the time.  Yes, I can be an ass!  But if I were an ass, would I have two publishers and an agent?  The answer is no.  I tell people that my attendants are too busy to help me, but they are always on their cell phones or going to McDonald’s when it is supper.  I don’t ask for much, but when I ask for help I might have to wait fifteen minutes before they come.  They want their money.  Yes, I’m an ass, but I’m an author.

The Writers’ Conference

March 28, 2017

I was with four hundred writers this weekend.  They all want what I have.  A career with two publishers and an agent.  Some of the writers bought my books.  I was told that I was a hard working author.  I’m needed and valued by their community of people.  Life isn’t easy with lazy care attendants and two less than ideal roommates.  I’m lonely here and work is always here.  I have to keep moving forward now not get negative.  My agent gave me a book offer to write a second book, two more interviews, sold and autographed books. I rarely sleep anymore.  I’m making it.

My Struggle

March 22, 2017

My attendants don’t have time to assist me in using the bathroom at the conference or stay overnight at the hotel.  “That’s not our job,” says the house manager.  We take care of you.  They don’t have time to go for the Capitol for Advocacy Day.  This is what I do.  It’s my life.  I have to fight for everything sending emails to the care agency director.  They like the photo ops, articles, and the books, which they haven’t read.  They see the long hours being spent.  I’m a real author but they don’t care.  My people know.  Last fall I visited my college classmates and when I said goodbye I cried because I can’t get attendants to go anywhere.  I have to be an author, but I feel that what I’m doing for the last time.  I’m just beginning life, but deep down I’m dying.  The arguing is taking a toll and I will quit fighting sometime.  I am the author not like my roommates.  Today I gave the Governor a book since he is an author. But I’m a real author.   I did PR, handing out cards to people and a volunteer read my letter about saving  Medicaid to a legislator.  I had a person come up to me say “I know you” and I didn’t know them.  That’s an author’s life.  My people are not surprised by any of this.  It’s Steve, the English people would say.  And I think about suicide.  I have novels to write and women to make love to.  Today I was an author.  Tomorrow I’m critiquing papers being a TA.  This weekend I’m an author, talking to authors and my agent.  And an article came out on Monday.  Who does that?  Steve, my people would say.  They are right again.  I got what I wanted though.  I’m going to the conference.  I won’t give up I promise.  I love you.  Someday I will be known.


March 20, 2017

How does an author publish two books in a year?  Visit for the answer.  The answer is persevering through the hard times. 

Going Downtown

March 20, 2017

I go out in the world this week.  I go to the Capitol to see lawmakers about the changes to Medicaid and Medicare.  I will leave a book for our Governor.  He is an author, but I’m the real author.  It’s too bad that he won’t be in the office to meet me, but he knows who I am.  The writing conference is this weekend.  I will sell and autograph my books.  I’m a real author.  I tend to forget that.  Mom is proud.  I will  savor being out in the world before returning to my office to write another novel. 

March Madness. Yay!

March 13, 2017

This week is the NCAA Basketball Tournament and I will sit in the recliner to watch it.  I will be a couch potato and eat pizza as I get ready to sell my two books at the writing conference.  That’s an author’s life.