PAUL E. WOOTTEN
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​Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave,
and grow old wanting to get back to.

- John Ed Pearce -
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Home is Galestown, on Maryland's beautiful Eastern Shore. I was born there and it remains with me. My parents are farmers. My grandparents were farmers. My brother is a farmer. Everyone knew early on that I wasn't going to be a farmer. You have to be able to see to be a farmer. They plant straight rows, examine young plants for insects and disease, and deliver crops to market. I wasn't able to do any of that.

I was blind.
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Well, not totally blind, like "blind like a bat" blind (Though you should know that bats aren't really blind). I was legally blind, the result of an eye disease called Scheie Syndrome. I could see faces and landscape, and could read just fine if I held the books close enough. Driving a pickup, tractor, combine or bean-picker, though? No chance. Those things cost lots of money and there was no way Dad was entrusting them to me. I always had bicycles, though, and when I was eleven I got a mini-bike for Christmas. Despite  crashing into a hay elevator, slamming through a large wooden storage box, and almost hanging myself on fishing nets strung out to dry, I survived. 

​During high school, I decided to become a teacher. There were some good role models in Dorchester County. After four years at Western Kentucky University, I moved to Perryville, Missouri where I taught for seven wonderful years. That area of Southeast Missouri serves as a backdrop for my first book, Harvest of Thorns.
Unfortunately, my vision was getting worse. The font on my teacher notes was getting larger and the back of the class was pretty much impossible to see. A St. Louis ophthalmologist confirmed I was losing my sight.

But there was hope.

​A cornea transplant. Still considered experimental in the 1980's, but as the doctor said, "You don't have much to lose."

It worked!

Within a few months, my vision had improved dramatically. I could see things I never saw before, like leaves on a tree and blades of grass. Best of all, I was able to pass the driver's test. At age 28 I bought a red sports car and accumulated speeding tickets like penny candy.
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Eventually, I slowed down. My career took a turn toward school leadership. Later I worked for the Kansas City Royals, who paid me to watch baseball and be nice to people. Along the way I've written freelance features on a variety of subjects for Royals' Baseball Insider and other publications.

My wife Robin is the most upbeat, optimistic person I know. These days we split our time between Florida's Gulf Coast and Kansas City. We have four grown kids, Jill, Lynnea, Cody, and Alison, son-in-law Bryce, daughter-in-law, Kelcy, grandkids Fletcher, Finley, Milo, and Fallon, and our pooch, Lucy.
I allow my writing to go in directions that interest me, without regard to genre or theme. I write what I feel. Much of my writing deals with issues of race, or of people being kept down because of who or what they are. Perhaps this is a result of what I experienced as a visually handicapped kid and young adult, and to some extent what I experienced growing up in a racially segregated society.  I know what it’s like to be put down, ridiculed, or marginalized because of something I had no way of controlling.

Also factoring into my identity as a writer is a childhood spent in rural America. I may never have aspired to be a farmer, or to remain in a small town, but it is still very much a part of me.

I’m not a particularly disciplined writer. I set schedules, then disregard them. Word quotas work for a while, before I allow other things to intervene. I tend to ignore important things like marketing that would help me sell more books, focusing instead on content. I'm getting better, though.

My books are longer than most, and I enjoy writing across time periods of the twentieth century. I like watching characters overcome and prosper, beating their opponents and sometimes the system.

So there you go.

Paul E. Wootten
Grebey Creek Publishing
Lakewood Ranch, Florida
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