Gene Alvin
I was born in the French Quarter in New Orleans and grew up moving from state to state. My folks traveled a lot. I’m a cross between a computer geek and a professional cook. I worked at the Waterfront Hilton in Huntington Beach, California before being morphed into a geek by an out of work Leprechaun. I then worked as a purchasing agent, then a computer technician, then owned my own small computer sales and repair shop and finally retired. I have always loved Science Fiction and fantasy and started writing when I was much, much younger. I wrote a poem entitled “Frogs and Things” that was published in a local L.A. Newspaper. Life, however, stepped in and I had to do such wonderful things as make a living, pay bills, eat, and get married.
All of that put a real big dent in my writing career. Now, however, I’ve
Retired to the lush green rolling hills and forests of South Central
Tennessee. I’m writing full time, attending various writing classes and
giving writing, and my Leprechaun like muse, all the attention they so richly deserve. I have two blogs all about writing. One, in the US is http://www.aelfbooks.com and the other, in the U.K. Is http://www.aelfwin.co.uk. Check the out, you wont be sorry.
Contest Winner!
It's All in the Cards
Issue #5 (July 2008)
"I want you to go inside with me for a session with Madame Sissly." Sandra's finger sank into his flabby chest as she poked it for emphasis. Why she stayed with him was a mystery. He had a vile temper, no sense of humor and was pragmatic to a fault, she, a dreamer. The motto he lived by was get them before they get you, hers was a paraphrased saying by Samuel Coleridge, "Weave a circle round her thrice, and close your eyes with holy dread, for she on honey-dew hath fed, and drunk the milk of Paradise." The differences were bad enough but recently it seemed she was living with a man on the brink of a breakdown.
It was as though the spirit of Felix Ungar from the old TV sitcom, "The Odd Couple" had moved in. Only in this case Felix was not just picky, he was mean. Harry would wake at all times of the night, comb through their little apartment while she slept and nitpick. The next morning he would shout out orders to her like a construction boss. Each and every little thing that wasn't just so was her fault and was an intentional insult to him.
