I know someone, or something, left me on this bluish, humid rock in September of 1960. I hid in something called school. Those that fed me moved and I had to follow, and thus, change school, and then change again. I was lazy in my hideouts and even if my grades weren’t really bad, I didn’t bother to get a proper education. So I resort to imagination, and still learn what’s needed when I need it. One of those strange beings they call teacher once said, “You’re hopeless! But I still hope I’ll see your name on a book in the future. Cherish your imagination!”
I’m empathic, theatrical, artistic, diplomatic, witty, time optimistic, and vivid-minded. I also have a balancing personality. There’s more but that’s up to others to delve in. I’m trying to be a human being, and live. That’s what’s most important to me.
I’ve read a lot of books. Most are gone, from memory too. A few of them left feelings that are still part of my life. Since I moved a lot, from one compact living to another, I gave my books away when my apartment got crammed.
One author that has inflated my jelly bean with influence is Richard Bach – Illusions, Jonathan Livingstone Seagull, One, among others. I have also enjoyed works by Carlos Castaneda, Benjamin Hoff, Jack London, and the list goes on and on.
I’ve never laughed as much as when I read Douglas Adams’ “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.” If you haven’t read it, don’t hesitate. It’s hilarious already when a trilogy extends into five parts and if you don’t think that’s fun, I think you lack humor.
Movies are great, and I tend to lean toward adventures. Like Indiana Jones, Batman, and Lord of The Rings since they’re an easy watch and dulls my mind so I can sleep. But more often mentally engaging titles like “The Sixth Sense” and “Premonition” runs here.
I love writing and creating stories. I’ve always written a lot. It has a soothing effect on my mind. Everyone complains about my long emails. When I worked in transportation as a driver, I always had a notebook with me. I scribbled thoughts and described views and people around me. Ideas and feelings jostle on the pages in those notebooks. They’ve grown into piles and have turned into a chaotic library of inspiration.
I’ll be writing as long as I live. Mostly for my own amusement, but I hope it’ll also amuse others. One particular story has grown on me since around 1973. I finally came around to write it down. I embarked on the mission to share it at the closing of 2010. Since it would be my first novel, I had a lot more to learn than I could imagine, and I can imagine a lot. It grew into a trilogy, and then into a Chronology, and then I changed my mind again. Now it’ll be 6 books. I never thought that would happen. Now, at the top of 2017, little remains. I’ve learnt a ton about writing in general and writing a novel in particular. It has been a tremendous journey and I’ve merely begun. There are lifetimes of learning ahead. I love that.
Cherish your imagination!