I suppose I should come clean about Dan Bitterman, the main character in my novel, And Lead Us Not. If you’ve read And Lead Us Not, you’ve already discovered that Dan is a fool. A reporter for a small weekly tabloid in the mythical backwater town of Sarpy, Louisiana, he is considered a joke even by those he works with.
“My Yesterdays,” are true stories — my true stories. Most of them are humorous but some are deeply moving.
Lots of people have asked me recently: What word or words would I use to describe myself? a writer? a southern writer? a humorist? a satirist? a social critic? Some who have read my bio and know I am a high school English teacher, have asked if I consider myself, first and foremost, a teacher.
Readers of Bayou Da Vinci (who have been among the first to read my follow-up novel, And Lead Us Not) tell me that I’m a wonderful storyteller, that success must have come very easily to someone like me with all my talent.
People are always asking me when I first decided to be a writer. That’s really not the question to ask. It wasn’t a choice, at least for me. It’s always been who I am.