Gene Poschman, Neighbor

I was born on June 6, 1947. It was my parent's three-year celebration of US troops landing on Normandy, and the only reason my brother knew when my birthday was. I was an adequate student in grammar school where it was implied that I might not truly learn to read or write very well. I lived on a farm, so Dick and Jane really didn't appeal to me. I did better later in school when I discovered Mysteries, Science Fiction and Fantasy.

My early writing career didn't suffer from being unable to tell a decent story, but for from whom, I didn't know. An early marriage and the ability to talk to and program computers took over my income making. Writing took a back seat as I wrote white papers, newsletters, and taught others how to live with computers.

I am now able to devote my time to be with my high school sweetheart, and writing what I love. For now, it is the mystery series; Jonas Watcher. The rest is changeable upon my own whim.

In December of 2018, I lost MaryLou. I have my family, but now mostly I write.