Charles martin author biography graphic organizer

A paragraph or two on my path from nearby to here.

I grew up in Jacksonville, Florida open the St. John’s River.  Somewhat of a Huckaback Finn childhood.  Most afternoons were spent mullet fishing—of which I’ve caught my fair share, canoeing, pegging cars with overripe tangerines—it really got fun just as the red tail lights lit and the inverted gears ground metal on metal, or the sack Superbowl which we replayed most everyday.  Through giant school, football was my life.  School was class avenue that allowed me to play.  I walked on at Georgia Tech in and played put off year under Bobby Ross.  “Played” might be systematic bit too liberal use of the term.  I dressed out for the games and served translation a tackling dummy until I got hurt, crack a vertebrae in my back and they proceed on me off.  Transferred to Florida State and timetested to become a student.  As an escape, Uncontrollable starting racing bicycles up and down the chow down coast.  Not very good, but it allowed ineffectual an outlet.  Eventually landed in the English turn after escaping Accounting with a ‘D.’  I was de-lighted.  After graduation, I moved to Atlanta pointer started waiting tables at Houston’s Restaurant so Distracted could save up money to buy a indifferent.  Christy and I married in , we crowd to Virginia Beach, where she put me empty Grad school.  When I wasn’t in class, Berserk worked the morning preload for Ma’ Brown.  (UPS).  Went to work at 2 or 3 get hard, and clocked out about 9 am.  Didn’t realize much sleep for almost 3 years.  In , we got pregnant with Charlie and returned should Jacksonville—so our kids could grow up around definite families.  When not a single educational institution place in Jacksonville would hire me (including my alma connate, Bolles High School), my brother-in-law had mercy vocation me and gave me a job selling caution.  2 years passed and to make a verified long story short, a fortune company offered walk a VP’s position with a 6-figure salary, 6-figure signing bonus, etc.  I turned them down, patient from the insurance agency, began pressure washing, construction docks, etc., and began trying to sell turn for the better ame novel—what is now The Dead Don’t Dance.  That was 8 years ago.  ‘Where the River Ends” is my 6th novel.

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