Ron Keenberg

Ron Keenberg

I’m a designer, an Architect by trade. A rather avant guard one, winning design competitions

and losing many more. Published all over. Prizes galore. Hung it all up in ’63. Wrote my

monograph. Published it. Yes, some see me as ambitious, ruthless, cunning and quite a force.

And yes, they’re probably more right than god. After all, they exist.

SEX, VIOLENCE & ARCHITECTURE - Volume One. It was fun. It’s a different read, a first

person tale of failure, success and wars. Boardrooms are ugly places.

Could I make my retirement as good as my career? Hell’s bells, I’m busting my ass, doing

mighty fine. I’ve written five novels. It’s quite zen. No pain. Dream. Tap. Tap. Tap. Look up. I’m in

the Glass House on a cliff, overlooking a lake that’s really a river. My Bell 47D1 helicopter’s right

there waiting for me.

I went to publish the first one, Jimmy. They told me first time writers get a ten percent royalty.

They smiled as they told me it would be on the wholesale price. Then they told me that 99% of

all novels published each year sell less than 10,000 books or less than $15,000 in royalties.

Wow! Stock port folio does that weekly. Jimmy took me me two years. Had fun. Screw the

fifteen grand.

Fifteen years have passed.