What made me decide to become a writer? Until now I never really thought about it, much. But, that’s not totally true. I have, over my lifetime, given it a lot of thought, sometimes way too much thought.
Let me see if I can go back to the beginning, or at least to the point where it could have entered my subconscious and gone into the conscience.
My father was a teacher, an educator and a social worker. I remember he use to take my siblings and me to school which was basically a little less than a half-mile away. The school was a complex of schools, elementary, middle and a high school. My father worked at the middle school.
I remember when school was over for the day I would walk to his school and sit in his class until it was time for him to go home. And I liked what I saw. So, at the time I wanted to be a teacher. But, I was a dreamer and had many dreams of those campy science fiction movies of the 50s and the early 60s.
About that time I decided that I wanted to be a scientist, in fact, I was nicknamed “The Wizard”, I found out later in life, I really didn’t know it at the time but someone told me after I graduated. But, my dreaming got in the way. I would sit on the front porch and count cars and daydream, count people, birds, planes…I just want to live in my dreams.
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t lazy or anything like that. Heck my brothers and I played until the streetlights came on during the weekends and we played and played and played. But, I still daydreamed a lot. And I then, after high school, I wanted to go into the military, what I was planning to do on a frozen Monday morning. But, I got hired at one of a major Auto company on that Thursday morning.
For quite a few years I did nothing but build engines for cars and thought about nothing, but I still had those dreams, dreams of being in outer space and such. In fact, those dreams were almost like watching a movie, most nights, and I remember most of them. I decided to put them to paper and see what would happened.
Let me backtrack a little…now that I think about it, my mother had a big hand in me becoming a writer. One of the things I did, after I left my parents household, was talk to my mother just about every day. She told me that she was writing a cryptologists dictionary. A few of her loves, other than her children, was doing crosswords puzzles, cryptograms and completing those picture puzzles.
She had told me that, back in the early 50s, before I was born she decided to compile that book of words and just about completed it. But, because of all the children she had in the 50s she didn’t have time to finish her book. She later asked me if I could finish if for her and I think that had a profound effect on me.
As sad as it is, I haven’t finish her book yet. I have all of her notes and I hope to start on it sooner… As for me, all of those years working at my high paying job, I kept talking myself out of writing, I kept saying, “I got a job”. And so it, went for a while.
In 1984ish I started my first science fiction novel, considering that I had outlined about 80 stories, then. I didn’t finish my “first” novel until the early 90s. And to be honest, I totally finished it this past December, 2013. And I also have two books of poems published and am working on the third book of poems.
In the meantime I have written four short stories, which I would love to increase word count to at least 70 to 100,000 words. And I have finished one novel of my fictional autography, which starts when I got hired at that auto company way back in 1973. And as of today I have finished about 34,000 words of the second part of that story.
My only debate is, should I do the five stories at 50k+ words or combine them and make on three stories of 100k+ words?
And now that I have retired from that auto company I have to keep busy and keep the writing going. The more I write the better I should become. Of course I have been downloading a lot of books and doing a lot more reading, which helps a lot. I’m getting there, only time will tell.
Well, I think that’s what helped me decide to become a writer. And I’d better step it up a lot because I’m starving…