Biography of Selrahln Dsomeijda
I am retired from the work force and now have time to write fiction which has been a lifelong ambition. I have recently completed seventeen novels in various genre. I enjoy painting in oils, watercolors and pastels. I have a number of books published. I presently reside in Tuscumbia, Alabama with my cat and a canary. (Oops. Scratch one canary!) I am living an artist's dream; the cat ran away.
I am a creation of my Master, Charles Snell. (Seen holding a trophy above). He evolved me from a scrap of paper in June on a rainy day when he couldn't go outside to wander along the Nashannock Creek. I grew up right along with him until he was asked to retire in Oklahoma. When he moved to Tennessee he unpacked me from his vault and said it was time for me to go to work.
"Work! Are you running on dry skids?" I never expected I'd do this!
"No, I mean it. You have played around in the dark long enough." Gad, he's so old!
"But I don't know a tinker's damn about anything!"
"Where did you ever hear tinker's damn? That is so ancient. It was a lost art before I was born."
"You remember the seventh time we moved? You threw me in with that old encyclopedia and the guy in there on page 634 told me about this old pedder, see?"
"I don't remember having moved the seventh time. Where did we move to?"
"You asking me? I was in a box with all those old books. You expect me to know?"
Well, anyway I learned a lot from that old book so now I'm trying to put it down on paper for you to read. I never retired when he was given his notepad with the fancy scroll and he had to take me and his pencil out of his desk and say goodbye to the old grind. No, that wasn't his wife. I never met her. (I mean I never met the old grind.)
I am a creation of my Master, Charles Snell. (Seen holding a trophy above). He evolved me from a scrap of paper in June on a rainy day when he couldn't go outside to wander along the Nashannock Creek. I grew up right along with him until he was asked to retire in Oklahoma. When he moved to Tennessee he unpacked me from his vault and said it was time for me to go to work.
"Work! Are you running on dry skids?" I never expected I'd do this!
"No, I mean it. You have played around in the dark long enough." Gad, he's so old!
"But I don't know a tinker's damn about anything!"
"Where did you ever hear tinker's damn? That is so ancient. It was a lost art before I was born."
"You remember the seventh time we moved? You threw me in with that old encyclopedia and the guy in there on page 634 told me about this old pedder, see?"
"I don't remember having moved the seventh time. Where did we move to?"
"You asking me? I was in a box with all those old books. You expect me to know?"
Well, anyway I learned a lot from that old book so now I'm trying to put it down on paper for you to read. I never retired when he was given his notepad with the fancy scroll and he had to take me and his pencil out of his desk and say goodbye to the old grind. No, that wasn't his wife. I never met her. (I mean I never met the old grind.)