Ever wonder what an author’s life is like? What that breathing, sweating, hungry, weary, bona fide guy does when he’s not at the keyboard? How does his “day job” affect his writing? When he’s mowing the lawn, grocery shopping, or babysitting grandchildren – what goes through his mind? Is he sucking up every sensation as he moves through his day, tucking tidbits away for a future piece? Or, does he simply journey through life, just – doing – these things?How do I define myself? Am I Aaron P.