By Jacques Delacroix,
Santa Cruz, California
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.