Perhaps the best description of me is crusty curmudgeon meets loveable mutt. I'm married, early 50s, ex-member of a religious cult, woefully underemployed. My dream job is, of course, writer. I believe I could do well as a copy editor, although I freely confess to having absolutely no clue how to make that happen. My biggest obstacle to my writing is, quite simply, myself. I spend the vast majority of my free time frittering it away on Facebook or playing games. There, I said it. Step one complete. Eleven steps to go. Someone pass me a pebble, will ya?