The other day I was reading a blog about blogging from my blogger friend that inspired me to blog. This is the story of how and why I decided to start writing. If you are not into reading you can listen to the video podcast below. Or if you want to read about it, keep on scrolling then watch the podcast for the extras if you like.
Dracula childhood. And I hate reading
I can trace my writing origins to the year 1994. Bram Stoker’s Dracula was in pop culture. I was only twelve and not allowed to watch the full movie on account of sex stuff. We watched it on VHS and my parents would pause the movie. Then would make me leave the room whenever a naughty part happened. I pretty much was exposed to the entire plot. I was absolutely fascinated by Francis Ford Coppola’s adaptation.
My mother said it was the closest to the book out of any other Dracula movie made. She noticed the opportunity to get me to read. I hated reading with every fiber of my twelve year old being. But, the story was compelling enough to break that barrier. I did the unthinkable and I read a book. It was unlike any book I had ever seen. Most of the books in English class were difficult for me to comprehend. Lysdexia did not help matters much either. Dracula was written in a journal format. Kind of like a bloggity blog. The twelve year old me had no idea you could do that. After I read the book, I wanted to write my own Dracula story. In our house we actually have an old school typewriter. This was one of my fondest memories and foundation of my literary interest. But around high school I lost interest in writing and reading on account of sex stuff.
Later in life I answered the “Call of Duty” at eighteen. But most of the time it felt like “Call of Dookie”. My years in the Army were filled with a lot of down time. And we didn’t have no fandangled cellular phones playing them moving pictures and what not. Needless to say, I started picking up my old childhood hobbies again. Drawing, writing and occasionally reading. I still loathed reading at the time.
The Dragonlance series was tolleriable until i figured that they were tricking the reader. Every time someone died they would get necromancered a couple chapters later. Irritated by being intellectually suckered, I started writing my own stories and poetry. At the end of my four years of service, I had enough notebooks to fill a footlocker. When I was in the job market I left my old hobbies to create videos as my favorite pastime. I didn’t do any writing until I went back to school. I actually found a lot of joy in writing papers for class. As well as, found out I actually do enjoy reading. After college, my chosen occupation couldn’t keep up with the loans that it required. So I went for a change of pace and became a truck driver.