People often ask me, “Where do you find the time to write?”   And the answer is, I got lost once trying to find my anus, stumbled into Margaritaville (where Jimmy Buffet is always playing) and I found a pen.  That is where the journey began.   In the place between my anus and Margaritaville, time stops, responsibilities fade away, and all you need to provide is a word count.  It’s beautifully, really.  The stories don’t have to have a point, they don’t need to dazzle, all they need is a readable font.  Some people are not interested in this kind of writing.  Some readers do not enjoy A & M’s rituals, such as, “thought vomit”.  Well, I suppose there are vegetarians that won’t…