This is my first official blog on this 'Having Much to Write' site.
The name of the blog was inspired by 3 John 1:13 where John writes "I have much to write you, but I do not want to do so with pen and ink". In the next verse, he hoped to see his friends soon as he looked forward to talking with them face to face.
I love to write, I have since I was a little kid. I remember in the third grade, I wrote a science fiction thriller with a space alien who came to earth and befriended a little boy. I can't remember much of the writing but I had impressed myself and my mother with the illustrations. My mother told me when I was in my thirties that she had kept hold of the 28 page manuscript, complete with original color drawings, but I never asked to see it again. It had been the result of trying to work through the feelings I'd struggled with since I was very young; one of my cousins kept telling me I was from outer space "because I was so weird" and that she remembered the day that the spaceship had accidentally dropped me out of their vehicle and into my mom's house. She assured me time and time again that "they" would come back for me, so I always needed to be ready to go home ("Your real home" she would intone at every opportunity she could get).
Although the story helped me get through some scary stuff, when I became a teenager, I was wishing what she had said was true. I constantly wondered how I could be related to the people in my home, and would leave my window open at night hoping the aliens would eventually come back for me and 'beam me up'.
At one point in my life, I had to start closing the window because I got convinced that Dracula, or the guy from Dark Shadows would fly in and bite my neck and I would end up spending my life eternally doomed. So I locked up the window and sadly bit adieu to my real family somewhere...out there.
Life began to happen, and I married and had kids and writing just always seemed to take the edge off of the insanity that comes with all that. At one point in my life, I decided my words had little value and I threw away all the papers with my scribbling on them. Seems sad now, but I try not to spend much time looking back in regret about things that can't be changed. Life is too short to spend living it in the past.
So, here goes this blog...Having Much to Write. It will be a conglomeration of what I have to say about many, many topics, people and things I've lived, learned, or heard about in my life. Most of my stories will be fiction, loosely based on something or someone in my past. I love the prerogative of a fiction writer, to take that which is true and stretch it to make it interesting. Many times the truth is stranger than fiction, but no one believes any one tells the truth now a days anyways.
I hope you will enjoy what I have to say, enjoy reading my offerings, checking out my e-books, my writings short and tall.
After all, I Have Much to Write.
The name of the blog was inspired by 3 John 1:13 where John writes "I have much to write you, but I do not want to do so with pen and ink". In the next verse, he hoped to see his friends soon as he looked forward to talking with them face to face.
I love to write, I have since I was a little kid. I remember in the third grade, I wrote a science fiction thriller with a space alien who came to earth and befriended a little boy. I can't remember much of the writing but I had impressed myself and my mother with the illustrations. My mother told me when I was in my thirties that she had kept hold of the 28 page manuscript, complete with original color drawings, but I never asked to see it again. It had been the result of trying to work through the feelings I'd struggled with since I was very young; one of my cousins kept telling me I was from outer space "because I was so weird" and that she remembered the day that the spaceship had accidentally dropped me out of their vehicle and into my mom's house. She assured me time and time again that "they" would come back for me, so I always needed to be ready to go home ("Your real home" she would intone at every opportunity she could get).
Although the story helped me get through some scary stuff, when I became a teenager, I was wishing what she had said was true. I constantly wondered how I could be related to the people in my home, and would leave my window open at night hoping the aliens would eventually come back for me and 'beam me up'.
At one point in my life, I had to start closing the window because I got convinced that Dracula, or the guy from Dark Shadows would fly in and bite my neck and I would end up spending my life eternally doomed. So I locked up the window and sadly bit adieu to my real family somewhere...out there.
Life began to happen, and I married and had kids and writing just always seemed to take the edge off of the insanity that comes with all that. At one point in my life, I decided my words had little value and I threw away all the papers with my scribbling on them. Seems sad now, but I try not to spend much time looking back in regret about things that can't be changed. Life is too short to spend living it in the past.
So, here goes this blog...Having Much to Write. It will be a conglomeration of what I have to say about many, many topics, people and things I've lived, learned, or heard about in my life. Most of my stories will be fiction, loosely based on something or someone in my past. I love the prerogative of a fiction writer, to take that which is true and stretch it to make it interesting. Many times the truth is stranger than fiction, but no one believes any one tells the truth now a days anyways.
I hope you will enjoy what I have to say, enjoy reading my offerings, checking out my e-books, my writings short and tall.
After all, I Have Much to Write.