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Everything You
Wanted To Know About
Peter E. Abresch
(and then some)

Updated 6/29/03

    What do I tell you? SOME DAY SOON i GOT TO UPDATE THIS.

    I was brought up on Staten Island, New York City, went to highschool in Texas, quitting at seventeen and only going back a number of years later, when I realized how dumb I was, to finish high school at night in New York, and on to college at Texas Western University, now called UTEP, in El Paso.

    I've held many knock-about jobs, sacking groceries, fueling private airplanes, surveying West Texas oilfields, and as a professional dancer. After college I embarked on a career with the U.S. Government and spent the first twenty years as a geodesist--a super-surveyor of islands and large land masses--traveling extensively through Southeast Asia, Australia, Taiwan, Japan, Africa, and Europe, going places with civilizations four and five thousand years old, and places where they still lived in the bush. I changed careers to a systems computer programmer with the National Weather Service for the last twelve years of government service, creating many data communication programs still in use today.

    Funny thing about the computer programming. I've been writing fiction for a long time, but all of it sandwiched around the days I spent programming. Could it be that the same creative part of my brain I used for writing was satisfied by programming? Who knows? But as I came to an end of the my government career, the writing called me back. Fiction writing is addictive. You laugh, but once I started building worlds on paper, I could never turn off that seductive siren-call that still whispers to me in the middle of the night. Rejection slips--and I've had more than my share--never stilled it.

    Nor did frustration. I remember once during lean financial times, way back in the days of typewriters, when my 'Q' key got stuck. That was annoying, but I substituted the '+' key and kept on trucking. Then another day 'Y' key got slightly twisted so that whenever I struck it the key stuck in the guide and I had to reach up and pull it back. That was frustrating, but I got fairly adapt at hitting the '+' for the 'Q' and automatically reaching up to pull back the 'Y' without looking and kept on trucking. Then one day I hit the return bar and the carriage returned, but the platen didn't advance. I had been overwriting the line again and again. I calmly picked up the typewriter and smashed it against the floor. Picked it up and smashed it again so it bounced. And smashed it again so that it gave a double bounce. When I looked up my wide-eyed wife, Annemarie, was staring at me from the doorway. I said I needed a new typewriter. She didn't argue.

    My writing day usually starts around six in the morning and continues until eleven. Then I exercise--I go at it hot and heavy an hour a day-–eat lunch, and nap–-big on napping as well. I'm usually back on the computer around two-thirty, but how long I actually spend writing depends on what I'm doing. If I'm into first drafts my imagination goes flat quicker and I look for excuses to quit, but if rewriting I'll stay there until dinner, and many times I'll come and work until nine or ten, especially if I'm trying to wrap up a book. It's like I go into a feeding frenzy and don't want to be disturbed-–so the house is on fire, it's not near my computer.

    In my backstory years, those before chapter one as a published author, I wiled away my time as a leader of various church programs, a sometime bonsaist, a builder of three sailboats, and, with my wife and five young sons, I hammered and nailed together the 3400 square foot house we lived in for twenty-two years. We sold it in January '02 and moved into a condominium down in Southern Maryland's Calvert County, just big enough for the two of us. My sons are grown now. We have four grandsons and two granddaughters. I'm still involved in church stuff. So is Annemarie. We've have been married forty-four years. What's amazing is she's still my gal.

    Writing success has come to me later in life, with the publishing of my first novel, BLOODY BONSAI, and now that I realize all the work I have to do to publicizing these things, I'm wondering why I wanted it so badly. Of course, it beats the alternative. I'm still not a bestseller. I'm still not a millionaire. Nor do I rule the world, but my Father does.

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      I am also the author of a published mystery series and a published non-fiction book, Easy Reading Writing, easy reading about writing easy reading. My publishers keep going out of business and it is difficult to find a new publisher to pick up and old series. For this reason I have chsen to podcast my stand alone novels, but to learn more p[ublished mysteries and my other published books, and a free fiction writing newsletter called BookMarc, please click on the Elderhostelo Mystery link below.

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