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Eddie Washington of Lexington Park answered questions from The Enterprise via email.
Washington released “Pegasus: The White Man. The Red Horse. The Black Boy” this year.
He described the book as autobiographical/historical.
The book is available on Amazon, at Fenwick Street Used Book & Music at 41655 Fenwick St. in Leonardtown and at Ye Olde Towne Café at 22685 Washington St. in Leonardtown.
How long have you been writing, and how did you get started?
I have written numerous professional documents throughout my military and corporate careers, a span of over 50 years. Most recently, I was a member of a proposal writing team for a large local defense contractor, so the skills were always there. “Pegasus” is my first book. There will be others.
What inspires you to write?
Most of my inspiration is divine and the rest is just my love of writing. It is rewarding for me to produce a narrative that everyone enjoys reading.
Do you consider writing to be a career?
At this age and stage? Yes. I am a septuagenarian author and “Pegasus” is my debut book.
What kind of writing process do you use?
My creativity comes in fits and starts, sometimes in the middle of the night, other times during my daily four-mile walk. Once I have the concept, it is simply 60 percent planning and 40 percent writing.
How did you publish your book?
I published my book as an independent author, meaning I did not have a traditional publisher. It would have been almost impossible for a new author to be published using a traditional publisher. Therefore, I decided to self-publish. I became a one-man band. I did everything from cover design to formatting for print. I did it all except operate the digital printing presses. My wife, Mary, is responsible for the marketing and distribution for my book. I used a print-on-demand service, so there is never an accumulation of unsold books. There is also Kindle edition of “Pegasus,” that can be read on all smartphones, iPods, iPads, computers, tablets and Android devices, as long as the Kindle App is installed.
Who are some of your favorite authors and why? How much do you feel they influence your own writing?
Two that come quickly to mind are Tom Clancy and James Michener. I like Clancy because he writes in detail about military intelligence, espionage and the Cold War. I spent my entire career in the U.S. Army serving as a military intelligence officer during the Cold War.
I am somewhat of a history buff, so I enjoy Michener’s rich detail in his historical novels. However, neither influences my writing style. That is determined by my childhood, military and corporate experiences.
What are you reading now?
I am reading “The Autobiography of Becton” by U.S. Army retired Lt. Gen. Julius W. Becton Jr.
What are you working on now?
I have written five children’s’ books, but I need an illustrator. I also have numerous short unusual love stories in concept, not yet developed, but coming soon. I am also working on “Pegasus: The White Man. The Red Horse. The Black Boy. Audio Book.” Finally, I am writing my military memoir.
What do you want readers to know about you?
I was born April 3, 1941, in Little Rock, Ark., and enlisted in the U.S. Army on July 18, 1962, and served 22 years in military intelligence. My life from birth through my 21st birthday is described in detail in “Pegasus: The White Man. The Red Horse. The Black Boy.”
In 1984, I began working for a Southern Maryland defense contractor, which primarily supported Department of Defense customers nationwide. During my career there, I grew from staff member to project manager to program manager and finally to subcontracts manager. I worked there for 29 years and took advantage of many interesting opportunities, including travel to Puerto Rico, Guam, Hawaii and Spain. In March, I was riffed, which gave me the time to finish “Pegasus.” I completed the book in June. I am married to five-term St. Mary’s County Board of Education member, Mary Washington.
Share an excerpt from your book.
“Oh no, oh no,” he said as he slowly started urinating on himself. His eyes were closed, and he had a grimace on his face. His hands were up about shoulder high as if he were reaching for something. I watched as his urine flooded his groin area, slowly creeping down the inside of both pant legs into his shoes and spilling onto the ground. Time was in slow motion, and it seemed like he urinated forever.
“Oh, my God! I’m so embarrassed,” the man said, as he quickly high stepped back through the lube bay on the way back to his car, still parked at the pumps. I wanted to offer him one of our fender covers to put over his velour seats to keep them from being stained. However, I knew we only had four and received only two new ones each week, so we needed all we had. I wanted to do something, anything, but my mind was blank. I had just witnessed, first hand, the consequences of our restroom policy and my actions (or inactions). Relieving one’s self was not supposed to be this melodramatic or public.