I was born an old man with a shovel in my hand. I have spent most of my life as unskilled labor.. I am uncultured, under-educated, and substandard as it speaks to the socioeconomic ladder to the stratosphere. My wife of 40 years and I have a baker's dozen of children and a couple of dozen grandchildren. No, we're not Mormon, Catholic, or Muslim; and, yes, we do know what causes that, but it takes a lot of practice.My oldest daughter's daughter, Sophie, loves books. (She would commonly be referred to as my granddaughter for those of you who went to public school like me) She asked me to write her a story, so the first story I ever published was "A STORY FOR SOPHIE". That was real fun, so-to-speak, so I thought it would be nice to write a book for each grandchild. I am not certain what anyone else thought of the idea. I was, at the time, using colored pencils and hand binding with yarn from my wife's sewing room. It was all around . . not so good. I tried a local print shop and the results were expensive and overall . . . not so good. A relative of a relative of a friend who happened to be a professional cartoonist, and who is related to the local mayor around here, suggested I buy an I-pad and an Apple pencil. That set me back a bunch. He also suggested the PROCREATE art software available at Amazon. It was $5. I am old school, so you can imagine the navy adjectives that emanated from my lips as I spoke in tongues when the use of both the I-pad and the Procreate software all had to be learned online; id est, no instruction manual. After refreshing myself on coordinating conjunctions and a few other items of interest, I ended up here. Now, go buy a book because I need the money.Sophie really enjoyed having her own book, so I wrote a few more; twenty-eight so far. My wife actually told me that the first few books were pretty good. After the first six or so, she said they weren't too bad. After a couple of years of me hanging around the desk-top at all hours of day and night, I couldn't write anything she wanted to read anymore. She said I was too sarcastic, and she wouldn't buy any of my books with my money. I told her i wasn't sarcastic, that she had never heard me say anything like that, and she couldn't prove anything. Now my children don't talk to me. They keep their kids away from me. And, my wife snores on the couch. I guess there are pluses and minuses to everything. I suppose marriage and families are like that. I can't say for sure, this is the only one I've ever had.Read more about this authorRead less about this author