I’ve wanted to write fiction for as long as I can remember. I was a big reader when I was in grade school. All the Hardy Boys books had a big place on my bookshelf, and I was always ordering books from the Scholastic Book Club. Remember those order forms they always used to hand out in school?
I still have a lot of those books that I ordered. The pages are all yellowed and brittle now, corners folded down in places. Many of them, I’ve read multiple times. King of the Grizzlies, Kaavik the Wolf Dog, Call of the Wild, Two Against the North (AKA Lost in the Barrens), and the original Star Trek: Log One by Alan Dean Foster.
I still even remember the first story I wrote. It was about a mother cougar and her three cubs. Typed it up, left spaces for illustrations and asked my father to do the drawings in the space provided. Then, I stapled it all together. Don’t know what ever happened to that story but, there you go. I was probably ten or twelve years old.
Then, of course, life gets in the way and writing and storytelling comes second to hanging out with my friends and working a part-time job in high school. Later, paying the bills and holding down a full-time job/career and looking after my family.
Finally, one day, writing comes calling again. The kids are all grown and moved out and the bills/job/career are ticking along nicely, thank you. So, this time, I listened to the call.
I wrote it.
I hope you read it and enjoy it.
In the coming days, weeks, and months, we’ll talk about all kinds of things. My writing, my reading, and other storytelling related subjects. Come along for the ride. It’ll be fun.