I’m not sure when I decided to become an author but I’ve always been a creator. I read at an early age, and if you could take a glimpse into my childhood storybooks, you’d find cartoons drawn at the top right hand corner of each page. At eight, I began writing and recording radio dramas on my parents’ TDK cassettes. I was a one-person cast playing all the parts, pretending to be an extra on Naseberry Street.
Then one day my grandmother insisted that I recite poetry at church. The Bible was the first poem she selected for me because memory verses were too short, I guess.
This Book contains the mind of God, the state of man, the way of salvation, the doom of sinners and the happiness of believers.
Its doctrines are holy, its precepts are binding, its histories are true, and its decisions are immutable.
Read it to be wise, believe it to be safe, and practice it to be holy.
It contains light to direct you, food to support you, and comfort to cheer you.
It is the traveler’s map, the pilgrim’s staff, the pilot’s compass, the soldier’s sword, and the Christian’s character.
Here paradise is restored, Heaven opened, and the gates of hell disclosed.
Christ is its grand object; our good is its design, and the glory of God its end.
It should fill the memory, rule the heart, and guide the feet. Read it slowly, frequently, and prayerfully.
It is given you in life and will be opened in the judgment and will be remembered forever.
It involves the highest responsibility, will reward the greatest labor, and will condemn all who trifle with its sacred contents.
A short-lived spoken word career
Since reciting came easily to me, I performed several times then one day, I refused to perform. I returned to reading and writing, activities I could pursue without an audience. Grandma was disappointed but she never pushed.
While I enjoyed some of the literature I was introduced to in school, I yearned for stories with characters like the people I knew, and so I wrote short stories and poetry for my own consumption. Then one day, it happened.
After college, I landed a string of ‘temp’ admin jobs where I often covered reception. One morning, while likely struggling to stay awake, I created a new Microsoft Word file and typed the following:
Looking at the wrecker throwing its weight against the concrete makes me feel accomplished, but night is falling, and I must go. I can’t stand here and reminisce. Luckily, I’ve had no surprise encounters with old friends (then again were they ever friends?). A smile crawls over my face as I think of my sister and how she would’ve loved to be here to see this place ripped from the Earth by its roots.
This became the first paragraph of the novel, The Luny Bin , a ghost story which after many iterations (and title changes) became my first novel. It took a really long time before the work was fully formed.
The key is to keep writing. One word at a time. Then one day, before you know it, you’ll have created something out of nothing and it’ll be everything.
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