A.M. Overett was conceived, directed and produced several decades ago. He was constructed of sturdy stuff that would occasionally break but ultimately would be able to pass through various challenges and obstacles, including several encounters with the local shopping mall. He wrote some bits and things in college and after a long career in Airline stuff, he began to produce some of the bits and things and said farewell to his life as a commercial producer thingy. Today he is a highly successful fill in the blank, and sometimes makes money as a writer. He is not limited to a particular genre and is willing to write for food. As a writer, A.M. Overett likes to pick up a pen and put it in his hand (the right one not the write one). He then presses the tip of the pen against a piece of paper where the ink is expelled onto a piece of parchment. He then might turn his head, place his chin in hand, look upward and draw a deep breath in order to gain some inspiration. As he inhales the air into his lungs, the oxygen fills his airways, thus being absorbed by the bloodstream and then surging to the brain where wonderful stories and fantasies are imagined. He then might go to the bathroom and have “private time.” Once done with the bathroom, he will typically go back to his pen and paper (which is really his laptop with Microsoft Word) and write for a good portion of the day. The rest of the day he will either be competing with Chinese acrobats or going near but not actually within a local shopping mall.
