I began writing grandfather stories the day I encountered a group of high school boys at a local supermarket where my wife and I were doing some shopping. One of the young men had an attitude because I was seated where he wanted to sit, and from that came the story about the Young Wolves. The story cycle about the raven began the day a big raven flew over my head, cawing loudly. There are few louder and more insistent sounds than a raven's loud “Kaaaaa”, especially when it's right over your head.
The minute I got back to our condo, I sat down at my computer and wrote a story about the incident. I thought it would be the only one. The raven had other ideas. I've ended up with twenty-one stories about him. Like all ravens and crows that I've met, he is pesky, sometimes annoying, and comes around whenever he wants, invading my space and occupying my time. So be forewarned: there will likely be more Raven stories to come; but this is all for now.