Martin McCorkle
My fun bio
“I was born a poor, black child.” Well, actually I wasn’t. But Steve Martin’s The Jerk is a funny movie.
Strangely enough, I was born. At least my parents tell me so. I don’t remember myself. I do remember going to school (“Who gets to stay in the lifeboat?”), watching TV (“1 Adam 12, 1 Adam 12, please respond…”) and playing outside in the Sierra Nevada foothills of California.
When I got a bit older I had 3 surgeries on my feet to deal with a peripheral neuropathy that made my extremities weak. I wrote about all that in Walk With Me.
I also wanted to be a rock star and played in bands through high school and early college. When I finally realized that I sang like Bob Dylan on a bad day and made Neil Young sound like a great lead guitarist, I quit. Truth bites.
But what I could do was walk a little. So I moved to Yosemite National Park and kept walking until 1982 when I tried to walk all the way through California. I made it 1,200 miles until a bad back forced me off the trail.
After that, I became a Christian, got married to Rebecca and went to seminary to become a pastor. It was all Greek to me.
Since no one else would hire me, I started churches in Illinois and California that continue, by God’s grace, to thrive today. Along the way, Rebecca and I adopted our three sons: Max, Andrew and Grant.
Then we bought the Great Harvest Bread Company in Chapel Hill, NC and managed that for 5 years. That’s all you knead to know. Except that the bread business is rising.
Now I’m chasing life as an author. Several of my books are represented by my agent, Sheri Williams at Red Writing Hood Ink. I also have other books available on Amazon.
When I’m not writing, I love to read (mostly classics), listen to great classical music (Mahler is the best!) and sit on my porch watching my two dogs, Bandit and Swiffer, romp. We named him Bandit because that’s the name he took. Swiffer’s long white hair keeps our kitchen floor clean.
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“I learned that my new lover was hard, but always good. She did not tease. If you pursued her, she would reveal her sweetest secrets and uncover her hidden places. Yes, she would grant those who came to her by car a measured beauty. There were wonderful things to be seen from the road. Her lesser suitors would jump out of their autos, snapping pictures, trying to save memories before having them, and hurry on. But what can be seen from a road is more enticing than revealing – like a shapely woman whose fleshly mystery cannot be hidden by modest garments but is made more alluring. From the roadside her eyes would invite and challenge: “Will you pursue me?” I did. And though my pursuit cost me a lot – pain, humiliation, hunger and sleepless nights – she was good.”