Earl L. Carlson
 
 
 
 

Earl L. Carlson
    Born: 10/12/1937
    Effie, MN



I was born by the light of a kerosene lamp in a small logging community in northern Minnesota, just fifty miles up a dirt road from the nearest public library. During the school year, I had access to a number of books judged suitable for students, and a drug store in the next town carried paperback novels -- usually twenty five cents a copy. So I had access to Drums Along the Mohawk and The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, even The Grapes of Wrath. And I had a subscription to Boys' Life (to which, at the age of twelve, I submitted my first story, handwritten in a spiral notebook). But I didn't discover Dostoevsky, Henry James, Lafcadio Hearne and Aldous Huxley until I ventured out into the wider world.

After many missteps and misadventures:

* my first attempt at higher learning was aborted after one semester at the University of Illinois;

* I held the exalted rank of pfc in the army for nearly two weeks before I got busted back down to private; and

* I spent the summer and fall of 1960 as a hobo-in-training,

I settled in the Twin Cities.

At the age of 38, I finally received a bachelor's degree from the University of Minnesota earning a 3.65 average, but I was denied entrance to the graduate program. So I sought solace in a number of menial and demeaning jobs, and eventually I secured a civil service position in which I grew fat and lazy.

Over the years, I beat the living hell out of several secondhand typewriters, none of which seemed capable of completing an error-free page. But it wasn't until I bought my first computer, in 1988, that I was able to concentrate on writing rather than typing. For a time, I produced a humorous newsletter for an organization called the Society of Dirty Old Men, which we hoped would make us all filthy rich selling tee-shirts and souvenirs to college students. Following the demise of that brave new venture, I turned to writing short stories, novellas and novels and I have managed to accumulate a truly impressive collection of rejection slips. In fact, I believe I have spent more on postage than I will ever receive in payment. .

I'm still waiting for a response from Boys' Life