You’ll be a writer one day, son. Part 2
So, as I wrote in part one of this blog, after my mom lost most of her sight due to diabetes and after I started reading books to her, she said to me, wouldn’t it be nice if I could write a Star Trek story or two and then read it to her? Again, people who know me the best know I tend to jump into things head first (hmmm, there wasn’t any water in that pool? I guess I should have at least glanced first, huh). Anyway, I started writing the short stories for her even though I had absolutely no idea what I was doing—settings, plot, conflict? What were those things?
A funny thing happened along the way…
…as I wrote the Star Trek short stories, anywhere between 2,000 and 10,000 words long, I began to quickly realize how much I enjoyed writing. But as time went by, my chocolate store that I owned in New Jersey became busier and busier. Eventually, I stopped writing altogether and went back to simply reading other books to her.
A few years passed without writing a single word. That’s a bit crazy for me to think about, because now I do my very best to write every single day, even if its 4am in the morning, which it kinda normally is.
One day I saw an ad in the Sunday newspaper, incredibly, looking for Star Trek short stories to be submitted for a fanzine that would eventually be sold at Star Trek conventions. I thought about it for awhile, thinking I’m not a writer by any stretch of the imagination, right? But after a couple of days I found myself sending a few of my short stories via snail mail (they still mostly did that back then) and I not so patiently waited for a response. Maybe a week or two later my phone rang (yes, it was a landline, not cell. Boy I’m old). The editor of the magazine was interested in publishing one of my stories, she had said. She was sending it back with some editing suggestions for me to make and then it would be published in her summer edition. I remember thinking editing? That’s probably easy enough to do. Yeah…I had a lot to learn.
To be continued.