I’m sure you’ve heard the saying, “Write what you know.” It’s interesting to see how much of who I am and my own life experiences comes out in my writing.
I mean – I write science fiction and fantasy!
I’ve never been to another planet, experienced another dimension, played with (real) magic, or even excelled at science after grade 8. But one thing I’ve been my entire life is a student and a jack-of-all-trades.
The problem with being a student, dedicated to life-long learning, is that I don’t obsess about any one thing. Sure, I know a lot about writing and teaching but that’s because I’ve been doing it since I learned how to read and write (I’m not joking here – little kids like to play “house” but I liked to play “school”).
I love music, but I’m not an audiophile.
I love gaming, but I’m into Mario Cart not Super XV Racing (or whatever).
I love archery, but haven’t held a bow in my hands since high school.
I love astronomy, but never take the time to watch the stars any more.
I love the theatre, but I always knew I’d never make a living acting or as a backstage technician.
I love to dance, but since I pulled a groin muscle doing the splits when I was 32 (acrobatics and jazz) I feel like a fraud now.
I love food, but I’m a terrible cook.
I enjoy sketching, but I’m a novice at best.
I enjoy hiking, but I haven’t gone exploring since I was in college.
I enjoy woodworking, but I haven’t touch a tool bigger than a drill since University.
It goes on. My likes are diverse and I have just enough knowledge of each to get me into trouble.
They say that everyone is an expert on something, but that just makes me laugh. I’m no expert. I’ve tried a lot of things but my journey toward self-fulfillment and self-actualization keeps getting squashed by reality.
Maybe that’s why my main characters are always searching for an understanding of who they are and what their place is in this life – I do know that journey well. My grandmother would say that I simply haven’t lived long enough to be able to find the answers I’m looking for. But then, that just begs the question, “When will my time come?”