Updated April 10, 2021
Robert R. Brown
As I post this blog, I’m thinking that one should never think that they’re too old, or that it’s too late to do what you love. Don’t quit. Too late is often just the right time.
We have rose bushes in our yard that are more than 70 years old, and they still bloom every year. (The older bushes produce the most fragrant roses, by the way.)
Down by the garden our 150-
His house, built in 1854, still stands, too, a few yards from my writing room window. The house was his family’s home to start with, after that it became a hotel, then a city hall–and for many years was our town library. In the future it will continue to survive as a museum.
It’s for fair certain that I’ll not live to be as old as the apple tree, nor as old as Conser House. My 8th decade is mid-
I’d never met another professional writer anywhere but at an ‘Author Event’ so maybe you’ll understand my lack of judgment on a day last January. We (me, my husband, and a daughter-
Right away Carson said that I should meet an author taking the bow-
Yes, one of New York’s topmost publishers. Minutes before our arrival, John had received word that his book was optioned for a movie. Thank heaven he couldn’t read my mind, earlier! We had such a great time, talking about why we set our books in the 1800s, wrote about the West, and our favorite books. We’d both loved News of the World. High on his list was True Grit, which shares similarities with Whiskey When We’re Dry. Do check it out on line for lots more information.
My grandson snapped this photo of John and me. John was taking the class for research and to learn to make a bow for himself, and for his daughters, but had to leave without finishing–movie stuff awaiting his attention. I pre-
Viking sent John “a blazing new voice in fiction” on a pre-
(And, for those of you who’d like to see photos of primitive bows and learn more about Carson Brown’s workshops, go to):