In November 2006, my first book came out. I self-published “Beer Songs for the Lonely” under my pseudonym, F.K. Needles. It took two years to get from manuscript to actual book and seven years to write. As I was writing this book, I had no clue that I was writing it, I thought I was writing a collection of poems and songs called “From There Onwards,” but with the insistence of friends, one in particular, I realized much later than she did that I was actually writing a book called “Beer Songs for the Lonely” and that I should publish it.

Exactly one year after the release of my collection of poems and songs, I opened a small press. I paid a lawyer—a wonderful one—to write up all the legal documents so that I could be recognized in the State of Texas and in the United States of America as a book publisher, one who finds great stories and prints them on paper and binds them as books to sale and distribute to as many people as possible.

Why did I decide to go on such an adventure? One that so many have taken and failed, and only very few have come out of without being in total financial ruins? Because I took a screenwriting class at the local community college and became friends with the professor.