I grew up on a farm in South Georgia, near Jay Bird Springs. I quickly became my father's shadow, as I followed him everywhere he went. By the time I was eight years old, I could out-work most grown men. This won me praise from my parents, but only disdain from my older siblings. On long, lonely summer nights, with no homework to occupy my time, and with poor television reception, I fought the isolation I felt by writing stories. I mostly wrote about local events, but after studying Georgia's involvement in the Civil War, in the fifth grade, I wrote a complete manuscript about a young couple who accidentally dig up the long, lost Confederate gold shipment, a story that becomes an international incident. Then, I wrote a manuscript about political corruption in the Deep South and the pain and suffering inflicted on innocent, hard-working families. Then, I wrote about a country boy separated from the love of his life by the young lady's evil, uppity mother. He becomes a race car driver and through an exciting chain of events is reunited with his heart's desire. I also wrote a manuscript about a very smart, but lonely young man who becomes deeply involved in the NASA spy satellite program. Orphaned shortly after birth, his loneliness ends at the age of thirty when he marries a beautiful, young lady who he believes is a foreign trade student. Unfortunately, only days before their first child is to be born, he is informed by the CIA that she is actually a spy and that his life is in danger. He is suddenly forced to commit a horrible act to save his unborn child. In high school I was encouraged by a wonderful teacher, Miss Barbara Ann Davidson, to become a writer. After graduation from high school, I worked full-time while going to college and continued to help my parents with their farm. When I was twenty-one, I started my own business and a few years later, I married Brenda, and we started a family. It was many years later when I was reunited with my high school teacher that I promised her on her death bed that I would make a diligent effort to become a writer. We started mailing manuscripts to publishers, movie companies, and even to NASCAR. I was told my stories were very interesting and exciting, but because I was an everyday nobody, they weren't willing to help me. I was very disappointed, so I decided to self-publish some of my stories. I believe the average person is very important. We made this country great and it's our sons and daughters who risk their lives to protect us and we should never accept the label, everyday nobody! I am pleading for the everyday, very essential people, for your help to prove to the elitist that they are wrong. I pledge to you that I will never stoop to using the F-word or God's name in vain to take the place of hard work and true integrity! Thank you very much. Gary C. Brown
About the Author: My life as a simple farm boy was full of hard work and I found myself longing for the day when I could leave our farm and move to town and have some real fun. Eventually that day came when I started to college and got a job in Warner Robins. I soon realized just how lucky I was to have spent my youth on a beautiful farm near Jay Bird Springs. The many years of hard work seemed to have faded away, but the wonderful precious memories and experiences of my farm boy roots continue to run through my memory bank, especially at night when it is time for bed. I had two wonderful loving parents and they taught me about farming. My father also built houses with lumber from our own trees. I thank God for the privilege of being raised on a beautiful little farm in South Georgia known as Brown's Pine Ridge. Gary C. Brown