I am a flawed person who likes to write and illustrate books. The remaining comments are to allow people to connect and learn more about my writing styles, to see what inspires me, what influences me, and the activities I enjoy. 

I loved fishing as a kid and prepared the night before for a fishing trip by sharpening my hooks with a nail filer that was part of a nail clipper I found in the bathroom. I drew a picture of the square lake on a small piece of paper with the places I saw people catch fish, and walked to those areas to try to catch the big fish that didn’t stay in one place. 

I caught many small fishes but I never caught the big ones I saw. I stopped walking around the square lake and cast my line into the water and walked away upset because I didn’t even catch a small fish that day. I sat far away from the fishing rod, upset, and saw a big fish jump, so I ran to where I left my fishing rod and saw it was pulled into the water, so I jumped into the water to see if the fish was still on the line. The fish was not on the line and I was all wet and upset. 

I was never able to catch the big fish I always wanted and wondered if the big fish that jumped was the one I would have caught if I stayed by the fishing rod. 

When I was much older, I was upset about something I felt I lost in life and decided to go fishing along the shores to try to catch a big fish in the ocean I had not caught before to try to forget about life for a while. I left one fishing rod in the water as my wife and I walked back and forth packing the car. When I got back to the fishing rod, I saw it bend and reeled in the fish that met the size requirement. 

I still go fishing with my wife and never really did care to catch a fish, but do catch them on the wet and stormiest of days.