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P.O. Box 82, Gwynn VA 23066 Tel: (804) 725-5925 Born in
Richmond, VA many moons ago, John Atkinson now lives on Gwynn’s Island
with his wife, Renee. John’s days are devoted to writing. His short
story entitled "Voodoo
Man" won first place in adult fiction at the 1998 Chesapeake Writer’s
Conference. Since then, he has authored a novella (scroll down), two
unpublished novels and his soon-to-be released novel,
Timekeeper. Click Here to Play January 2008 recording: Neal Steele interviews John Atkinson on XTRA 99.1FM Read Chapter 1 of Timekeeper on Atkinson's Blog Site
"It's more humane to face a firing squad than a classroom, humiliated because of illiteracy**. One is swift, the other leads to a lifetime of isolation and hardship. Timekeeper is my triumph over letters. Parts of my journey are no longer clear. Forty-eight years later, I have re-imagined events that seem most consistent to my memory. In 1959 ground swept under my feet like a starving man scrambling for his next meal. I'd fled a dysfunctional family in Virginia. I met many people along the way, but no one could compare with Chief in Oklahoma. He filled a void in me and taught me how to join together the many pieces of life. Chief wasn t surprised that I'd crossed the country at the age of fourteen. I was a big kid and had become hardened to the ways of the streets. Right away Chief understood why I didn't fit in. The main thing was, I couldn't read. He looked into my soul and saw the suffering I'd endured in the white man's world. He also saw into my future. Anyone with a lick of sense would ve been frightened of Chief, an old medicine man with strange powers. But after everyone else had given up on me, he saw how I could help myself. At first I thought he was foolish as a fish flopping on a riverbank when he said I should go north to a place he'd visited as a boy. Hell, that was back before we had automobiles. But he said I would go with a great power. I couldn't imagine where the power would come from. I thought it had to be a strong car, a big Buick Road Master. Every boy my age wanted a car. But the old man gave me a name, Timekeeper. I was no longer Johnnyboy, the affectionate name my Mama had called me. But the gift of the new name stayed a mystery for forty-eight years, the time it took me to figure out Chief's predictions. For all those years I've searched for his meaning, and now I know." ** [Ed. Note: Dyslexia was a learning disability often mistaken for illiteracy at the time Atkinson was enrolled.]
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“Mercy Me grabs the reader from start to finish” – Richard A. Ughetto, former Director of Continuing Education and Workforce Development, Rappahannock Community College “Atkinson uses gritty characters to provide a glimpse into lives of two very different people. The slice of human drama leaves the reader wanting more. What an ending!” – Melissa Simpson, Daily Press “A heart warming story, good at Easter time or any time during the year. Mercy Me reminds me of some of the works of Og Mandino. It’s well written and Atkinson’s message well make your day,” - Charles F. Finley, Jr., Verbatim Editing “Amazing! Fun!” - Elsa Cooke Verbyla, Managing Editor,- GAZETTE-JOURNAL “…as usual, John’s story grabs you and pulls you right along through the pages.” - Tom Nesbitt, Poet |
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