I’m doing this in first person. Sorry.
So, I’m just over half way to 100. I assume that when I get to 100 I’ll be perfect. That right? I hope so.
Like most writers I’ve written in some fashion or another since I could write. In elementary school I wrote (and illustrated!) a book about a sad baby whale.
In high school I wrote stories in imitation of my favorite writers of the time. (After one summer spent binging on fantasy, I tried to write like Robert E. Howard.)
In the military I wrote stories just to write them.
In college I wrote poetry. (I’m fine now, thank you.) Then I wrote more short stories.
I kept writing off and on for years.
Then, about ten years ago, I wrote my first novel. (My apologies to anyone who may have read it. Also, how’d you get my password?) Then I wrote another. I wrote partials of a few others.
Eventually I wrote Tale of the Music-Thief. Naively, I self-published without a clue as to what that meant and what it should entail. (The version on Amazon now is much improved over my first glorious mistake.)
I’ve learned a lot since then. And I’ve written a lot more. Hopefully you’ll get a chance to read it all. (Still not sharing my password, though.)
