"As a writer I’m tough to categorize."
- Rob Woutat
I was middle aged when I began writing for publication. I was a teacher then, and a track and cross-country coach, a director of plays, and a leader of wilderness expeditions. But I started contributing to a weekly paper in my neighborhood - a common route for would-be writers – and that’s when I discovered I had a talent for humor and the ability to make a little pocket money at it.
Through a connection with editors of major daily papers, I sold opinion pieces and travel articles, and the Associated Press hired me to cover a Tough Man boxing event, a pathetic display of ineptitude but at the same time amusing.
I sold a profile and some humor pieces to local and regional magazines, and another regional magazine bought some material I excerpted from a memoir I hadn’t finished yet.
Teaching paid the bills during this time while I next wrote two book-length family histories on commission. The pay was OK, but it was less confining and more gratifying to tell my own story, to explore my own childhood and write a memoir about it.
For a while I was a contributor to a National Public Radio affiliate, using the pseudonym Dr. Grammarian to do a series of humor pieces on language in a question-and answer-format.
Next I wrote a play, a comedy about househusbands (it was produced locally), then a true crime book that was picked up by the Discovery Channel for its series called Happily Never After.
So as a writer I’m tough to categorize. Of all the writing I’ve done, humor is the easiest and the most entertaining to do. Most other writing is laborious, like stringing beads; it’s not a recommended line of work for the impatient, the money-hungry, or those who can’t abide solitude.
I was middle aged when I began writing for publication. I was a teacher then, and a track and cross-country coach, a director of plays, and a leader of wilderness expeditions.
But I started contributing to a weekly paper in my neighborhood