C.H. Armstrong Books

So I’ve finally done it:  I’ve written a book!  It’s not something I ever expected I’d really do; and – more than that – I never in a million years thought I’d write a book of fiction!  But I’ve done it!  The premise?  It’s loosely based upon my father’s family during the 1930s Oklahoma Dust Bowl and The Great Depression.  Everyone has read or seen Steinbeck’s version – The Grapes of Wrath – but I’ve never seen a story about those who were too poor to leave, and who were forced to stayed behind.  This is their story…and it’s based on several actual events.

Believe it or not, my father’s family was dirt-poor.  What does that mean?  It means they were so poor that they didn’t even have real floors in their home.  The floors were made of dirt.  When they had a home, that is.  Times were tough, and they didn’t always have a home.  So the question is:  what does a widow with a half dozen children do to support herself out in the boonies?  How does she feed her children?  What does she do to put a roof over their heads?  Those are the questions I began asking, and they are the foundation for my book.

So now the wait…and it’s painful!  I’ve begun querying agents and the form letter reading “thanks, but not for us,” is killing me!  What’s worse is those agents who don’t respond at all!  Ugh!

My day will come.  It’s just a matter of time before someone reads my book and decides it’s worthy of notice.  In the meantime, cross your fingers for me!