“I’ve written stories, mainly short ones, on and off since I was 30. Whenever I’d have time, which, admittedly, wasn’t very often, I would jot something down. A start line, a couple of paragraphs. As I got older and more into my career and family, it fell by the wayside. I didn’t start writing things again until I was 44 when I got involved in a story contest in Second Life. We were role playing and I wrote a humorous story about a few of the residents who were involved in a bit of high drama in our sim. I got third place, which, considering there were 20 people entered, I thought was pretty good. The guy who did win was a trained writer who maintained his own political blog.
Friends who read that story encouraged me to write some more things, and gave me ideas to see if I could write something from their ideas. Okay, you’re drowning and….go! Write something about being the last in line. And so on.
After that, characters would talk to me. Give me ideas and tell me their stories. There is Simon, an Episcopal priest who lives in Northern Manhattan, above 180th street. He’s investigating a person who claims they want to suicide. There’s Jarrod, the bass player for a heavy metal band. There’s Lucius Sardinus who is the owner of an island that hosts independent captains. There’s Oliver who is a witch. I also have an infrequently updated blog: Baked Goods and Bad Data (BakedGoodsDadData.blogspot.com)
As you can see, I write in varied genres. I haven’t been published yet, but I will get around to it, eventually. Writing is a pressure release valve for me. When things get too much, one of them will talk and I’ll write something or an idea will occur to me and I will write an entry to my blog.”