Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Stories From my Past

I was a sick child and after returning from Pearl Harbor (I’m an Army Brat) my family stayed with my Grandmother Nina Durkee, she was in her 90’s then. She would tell me stories about all of the sea captains I came from including my grand father. My father was born at sea.

She lived in a mansion in Alameda California; I remember the 2 lions that were perched to either side of the stairs leading up to a large covered patio and double doors. The living room looked up 3 stories to a glass roof my grandfather never got used to living on land and died shortly after he lost his clipper ship. I am still looking up his name and the name of his ship. I have only my memories, and they are old.

I have not spoken with my father in 44 years, my parents separated when I was 9-years old and I never saw my Grandmother again. Or spoke with my father; I have spent most of my life trying to forget him and what he did. My father was a convicted pedophile and we were his favorite victims, but this is not his story someday maybe I will let that demon out, but not today.

I started writing 2 years ago short stories at first then they got longer and now my first book is at 60,000 words and in its final edit (I hope) I itch to go on writing in the 2ed and 3rd books there will be 4 or 5 of them possible more. My writing is a driven thing, I must tell my stories and I have to be very careful not to let them get dark. I want my books to be read by young adults and read to young children, as a child I often escaped into a fairytale world of talking animals and wonderful people. Events that had happy endings, I could travel anywhere on magical dragons or sit for hours talking with a cat or rat.

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