God’s honest truth and without provocation by me, people have been telling me for as long as I can remember to write a book. I don’t exactly know where their sentiments come from- perhaps they think I’m witty? Or perhaps they find my weird, perverse observations of the world entertaining? I’m just not entirely sure. But either way, I’ve let the idea marinate for a long time…and over the years, I’ve developed “ideas” for stories that I’ve kept hidden in the attic of my mind. And by ideas, I truly mean that- tendrils and wisps of things, characters…scenes…and dialogue that have neither continuity nor foundation. I would mention it to my husband from time to time, and finally he just flat out challenged me to “do something” with them. To “figure out” if writing is something I not only like to do, but can do.
I like a challenge. I don’t like to pass up a challenge. And I certainly don’t like to fail.
The fact of the matter is that I’ve actually BEEN a writer for most of my adult life; but the writing is technical, scientific, and by no means poetic. My job, the same job I’ve had for more than 10 years, is to write technically sound, legally defensible, scientific analyses for a variety of clients, predominantly federal agencies. If I needed to, I could probably develop a lengthy resumé for myself as a writer- and I’ve been published, again and again…albeit in the Federal Register, various small-town newspapers, pamphlets handed out at public meetings, and on websites hosted by my firm. Not exactly recognizable sources in the world of fiction writing, but true nonetheless. So I suppose if I’ve been published, then I am indeed an actual author, just not in the way my husband challenged me to be.
So, that’s what I’m going to tinker with…what I’ve BEEN tinkering with for some time now. I took a small workshop, have purchased books on creative writing, and am assembling resources that I need in order to research subjects that will play large roles in my stories (and I shall consider them stories until they morph into books, which may or may not happen).
In case you were wondering, I will not be sharing many details of my stories…I worry that they will lose their punch…and I’ll lose my excitement for them if I release too much of their zest. I may provide teasers, though…since teasing may or may not play a role in the story I’m currently…fleshing out…as we speak.