Welcome to my writing blog. Careful as you step in, that first step is a doozy. Last person that missed it was sucked into the frightening corners of my imagination. In fact, I nearly missed that step myself.
At what point does an unassuming guy who seems perfectly normal, maybe even a bit too normal, decide it is a good time to try his hand at writing as a profession? Someone who has had a Real job with Real responsibility and Real benefits?
Well, it’s a long story. It starts with my amazing wife who believes in my ability and is willing to let me take chances; something I used to be to damn practical to do. We can probably end the story there.
“But you’re a writer! Write it!”
I was inspired to start reading at an early age by C.S. Lewis’ stories of the fantastic world of Narnia. It took root. It grew. Nourished or not, it was like a stubborn weed and not even the most sterile pursuits could seem to get rid of it.
In fourth grade I had a vague goal of becoming a “writer and an artist”. Artist was no problem, after a detour through philosophy. Graphic design mixed a couple of things I loved: art and computers. In my free time however, I continued to read and create imaginary worlds.
How to grow out of it? Mature? Let time erase it? No, it only got more complex. Working a job laden with rigid rules, unimaginable bureaucracy, and zero free time? That should have been the equivalent of imagination Round Up.
It never died. It just went dormant.
Eventually the professional, government job became my life. Idealism, imagination, unfortunately became casualties of my career. After a long struggle I realized I was swimming upstream toward a destination that held little appeal.
I also realized that my family had been left on the banks, unable to follow.
So, here I am. An artist – photographer and graphic designer, and finally, also a writer. It’s fictional work, and it rarely pays well, but it’s what I was meant to do.