When I joined the Marines to fight in World War Two, I proved to be an outstanding rifleman.  Instead of having me use that ability, I was sent to a school to learn to type excellently. Becoming a Personnel Sergeant in a Marine Air Group overseas, I typed official correspondence and lots of records.  On my own time, I typed letters to my hometown newspaper, my family, friends and of course lots of girls, about non-classified things.

    My Commanding Officer had to censor my letters and he claimed I had a unique ability to write fiction!  He said after the war I should study writing in college and make a career of it.

    Instead, I got married, had kids and then went to college. Instead of writing, I studied engineering subjects.  I had to make a living and had no time for writing although the urge was there, always.

       Corresponding with my eighteen year old Granddaughter, who also had the writing bug, I suggested that she write crime novels as they required so little research.

    “Hey there William Barrons!” I shouted to myself.  It suddenly hit me that I should write mystery novels and by golly, I have! Such writing requires a lot of imagination and I have that in spades!

    Trying to stay at my computer for six hours a day, seven days a week, even at the age of eighty nine, fulfills my life long passion for telling stories.  In truth, I never tire of conceiving such tales and putting them down on paper.  From the heart I say, for me, writing is not work, it is pure fulfillment.

    My fondest hope is to continue writing FOREVER!