By Jacques Delacroix,
Santa Cruz, California
jdelacroixliberty@gmail.com
At first, I was a small child with a big head (literally). I was the second born and therefore, pleasantly neglected. But I could really swim (in the cold sea).
Then, I became a tough guy, in Paris, France.
Then, I came to America. I went to a good school.
I was a university professor for a long time.
Now, I am getting old and I am retired and my years as a professor are falling away in my memory like a semi-nightmare.
I feel myself becoming a tough hombre again.
This is the short version and that’s why it’s not much fun or very informative. Ask for the long version which is practically ready:
I Used to Be French: An Immature Autobiography
It has 128,000 words, or about 240 pages.
I am looking for publishing opportunities. I am not sure I know what this means because the world of publishing is moving faster than my ability to understand it.
Did you put the gratuitous sex into this version?
There is no gratuitous sex (but there is meaningless sex). To answer your libidinous question, it’s in the long version, in a pleasantly superficial manner and with names withheld. None of this display of good taste excludes hot descriptions, of course.
Incidentally, I have been writing micro-erotic stories aimed at women. I am not sure I want to put them up here though.