Randy I have always thought that as an accountant you missed your calling as a writer. You have a real gift for communication. Good on you.
Thanks for the kind comment, though probably not deserved. In high school I had an English teacher, Rhonda Murray, who took me under he wing when I became a bit of a PITA while taking a year of creative writing. I had no interest in the classics, so she granted me exemption if I would write hunting stories. She knew that my real passion in life was the outdoors and decided to see if that would get me headed the right direction. I had to write a new story every week if I wanted to be pardoned from the boredom that was Tennyson, Alcot, and some others who supposedly were the folks from which style was learned.
I did like Twain and Cooper, but my strongest liking was toward the work of Jim Kjelgaard. This allowed me to write for hours of my trapping, hunting, and fishing, dreaming I was the reincarnation of Kjelgaard. Not even close, but was a good dream to have as a high school sophomore. Mrs. Murray gave me an A every quarter, partly I suspect out of sympathy for my plight. She did hold my feet to the fire my junior year when I enrolled in her Shakespeare class. What a train wreck that was. I tried to negotiate another exemption, but no luck.
In college I took a year of writing as electives, followed by a year of professional speaking, both of which I think were the most valuable classes of my college career. Anyone can remember the "debits on the left, credits on the right" stuff they teach in accounting.
Thanks for reading. My wife has offered to take my stories and accumulate them all to a single manuscript. I have tons of stories scattered in the dark corners of flash drives, none of them ever having seen the eyes of critical readers.