My name is B.R. Stateham. I am a 72 year-old male with a mind still filled with the wonders and excitement one might find in a fourteen year old boy. I write genre fiction. You name the genre, I’ve probably got a short-story, a novella, or a novel which would fit the description. I’ve been writing for over 50 years. Which, frankly, means very little in reality. Most writers can say the same thing. For a writer, story-telling is something built into one’s psyche. From birth on, a writer was probably telling some kind of story to himself, or anyone close to him. Whether they listened or not.
For the last 37 years I’ve been married to the same patient woman. A school teacher, now retired, who has this thing of sitting down with me and discussing, or verbally outlining, concepts for stories k
