So why does an “over the hill” old fart think that she can write? You ask or didn’t ask; here’s the answer! Because I want to! I need to write!
When I was little, I dreamed of many things that I wanted to become; baseball player for the New York Yankees (I was 12 before I realized that girls couldn’t play baseball), that pretty much ended my dreaming, I only wanted to escape into books and become all the main characters. What adventures I had with no one telling me that I couldn’t be anything I wanted to be. I lived in those books! So much so that when I stuck my nose in a book my ears turn off! Literally! Everything around me disappeared and I was the main character! This got me into a lot of trouble when my Mother asked me to do something when I was reading, I only heard her when she slapped me up side of the head. I also wanted to graduate from High School, because at that time, I thought that it was my ticket to success. Well, another dream crushed, damn!
When I was in the 6th grade we moved to a different town and consequently were bussed to a two-room school house, until I was in the last month of the 8th grade. The teachers were, okay, but were not interested in, nor had the time to teach grammar. In the last month of the 8th grade, the school district closed the school and shipped us off the school in “town”.
The first day on English the teacher started talking about diagraming sentences and a whole lot of other things that I was totally in the dark about. It never made any sense to me, and to this day it still is somewhat of a mystery. Thanks to spell and grammar check I hope I can sound reasonably intelligent.
One of my English teachers required us to write one full page of anything we wanted to write, be it prose, a story, or even copy something from a book (with acknowledgement). So I had a little fun with him; I wrote stories that ended in cliff hangers, and when he asked (in fun I am sure) what happens next, I would laugh and tell him he would have to wait till next week. Near the end of the school year, he took me aside and told me that I should do something about my writing. The sad thing is I can’t even remember his name.
No matter! I am now working on a couple books, but have put them aside to concentrate on a short story that I am doing as a Christmas Gift for some friends that have been very good to me. It has their whole family as the main characters, on an adventure that takes place on a newly discovered planet in another galaxy. Oh and there is a Dragon!
Another book is based on my 30 year Real Estate Career. It is a murder mystery and some people will recognize themselves in it, but with different names. Some will laugh, be proud, and some will be unhappy at my portrayal of them, even though it is accurate.