Thursday, April 18, 2013
Origin of writing
My earliest true exposure to writing was probably around the age of 27 when I became secretary of a small town Industrial Developmental Authority. I wrote all the marketing information to attract potential businesses to our little city. Success brought attention and the invitation to write magazine articles on our success. That attention planted a seed in the back of my brain to write a mystery rather than read them. That seed would germinate for the next 15 years as I rose in another career. That career brought me to Indianapolis as a District Manager, and after I had been here a few years, I brought that seed out of the back of my brain and planted it. I began my dream of writing. I actually had burned 100 pages into the novel when the unexpected happened; I lost my job. Emotionally, my life was devastated. All my self-confidence was gone. I was not worthy of another decent job. I went out and drove a cab. It would be just temporary. Weeks turned to months. Writing stopped. As I adjusted, I looked around. The people and the neighborhoods talked to me. They gave me a different story. They gave me an idea of a better novel. They gave me the idea of The Zealot.