I am a writer. It’s not a new thing. I’ve always been a writer.
As a child I once wrote a silly little poem/song to tease my brother. In
school, I wrote short stories and tried to draw comic strips. In college, I
wrote poetry. In my golden years, I’ve written several novels and even
published one of them. So, I confess. I am a writer.
In fairness, it’s just another label I attach to myself.
Father, husband, brother, friend, enemy, teacher, coach, singer, actor, doer of
many things. So, I am a writer, a person who writes, but aren’t we all? The question
then becomes, what do we write? My wife is a list maker. (I used to think that
was funny, until I reached the age of needing to make lists myself.) After
college and before we married, we wrote long detailed letters to one another,
the kind of old-fashioned courtship that doesn’t really exist anymore. My son and
daughter are both excellent writers having composed songs, poems, essays, and
stories that are original and creative far beyond anything I had written by
that age.
So, what do I write? My first novel is about a man who
wishes he could go back in time and change a particular past event. It’s a bit
of light fantasy that I hope encourages readers to accept their past and not let
it control their present or their future. My second novel is a modern retelling
of the story of the prodigal son. The theme is forgiveness and the ways in
which we are affected by giving and receiving forgiveness, or withholding or
rejecting it. My third novel is a collection of short stories about a small
town in East Texas and the people who live there. The book serves as a somewhat
fictionalized memoir of my life as a teacher, coach, and principal and includes
stories about the schools, the church, and the local drive-in.
Currently, I am trying to prepare my volume of poetry to
publish within the next few months. And in the midst of writing, editing and
revising, I am still trying to promote the first book! Honestly, I enjoy
writing. I guess that explains why I’m still doing it after all these years.
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