From as far back as I can remember I have wanted to create: paint, write, build, landscape, spin yarns. “You are smart, get good grades. Get a good job, make money – Artists starve.” I heard over and over. So I joined the marines, trained in high tech, got discharged, landed a well- paid technology job and wondered is this it? Now this was back in the days when a technology job was working on main frames that took up floors of buildings. The web was far from graphical. There was not a tremendous amount of creativity in the computing world. I was stifled. I had a good job. I had some cash, but something was missing.
So I changed jobs and lifestyle. Waiting tables, bartending and a new town. Found a wife and started a new life. Still something was missing. We (the wife and I) talked and talked as new couples do, shared dreams, reminisced about the past. Friends had commented that I could tell a story. The wife thought I was clever and funny – says that’s why she married me. But it was time to grow up again.
Technology beckoned me back – fiber optics and networks. Still I was restless. We bought a house. I started remodeling. Painting, wood work, landscaping. I still regaled friends and family with stories, but work and the pay check called. No kids yet and some free time had the wife taking a night class at local community college. She found a listing for a writing class. “You should do this!” Why not. I signed up and started to write.
This is the beginning of my journey that would take 20 years and counting.
What has started you on a journey?