There is something so intimidating about writing about yourself, at least for me. I have this “Home Page” and am told I should write something about myself, something that might interest people who have come here to read my stories (or those who have accidentally fallen through some internet wormhole and have ended up here by mistake). So here I am, sitting here with that “deer in the headlights” look, and trying to think of something “interesting.”
I actually wrote what I considered to be a reasonable “Home Page” not too long ago. Unfortunately, something technical happened that I do not understand and it was lost. Of course, that might not be a bad thing since I am pretty certain that somewhere in that first bit of writing I managed to compare my writing to garbage (it had something to do with mentioning that I wanted to write something that would make people as excited about my words as hungry cats in a dumpster outside a seafood restaurant). Of course, I MEANT it to mean that I wanted people to be eager to read my words—but somehow overlooked the obvious garbage association. So maybe it’s a good thing that page was lost.
So here I am, again, trying to come up with something “interesting.”
Hmm…about me… I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I suspect, however, that I will probably never be more than “someone who writes.” I can live with that. For me, writing is as much my therapy as my escape. Sometimes it helps me deal with reality; sometimes it helps me escape from it. I am absolutely certain that if I did not write, my head would explode. And with all the odd things crawling around in there, it would NOT be a pretty sight.
I remember watching a movie when I was a kid (don’t laugh, I believe it was “Little Women”) and the main character (Jo, I believe) was told to “write what you know.” I always figured that doomed me as a writer because my life was so dull and I didn’t really know anything. But I have come to realize that every time I write a story, I “write what I know.” Something of me, something of my life, my friends, my surroundings—things I “know”--always ends up in there somewhere. My fondness for old “monster movies” shows up in “The Summer of Aaron,” as does my fascination for “Ripley’s Believe it or Not.” A boat I bought (“the best $300 he had ever spent”) shows up in “Sunrise on the Lake.” A waterfall I fell in love with turns up in “What Might Have Been.” There are many connections like that in my work—and many more that are less tangible, more psychological.
Ok, that wasn’t all that “interesting.”
I guess I can’t really do “interesting” when it is about me. But if you want to know about me, read my work. I’m in there. Then there is my blog. It will often reflect things going on in my life (such as the seemingly endless arrivals of litters of kittens), but more often will reflect my moods—which swing like a pendulum in a hurricane. But that is true to who I am. I’m moody and emotional. I’m flawed. I once did an interview for Gay Authors (must have been a very slow news day). They asked a lot of questions I was completely unprepared to answer, but being unprepared has never stopped me from answering. I just get the “deer in the headlights” look and answer off the top of my head—which is where unedited and unguarded honesty tends to come from. Sort of like what I am doing with this “Home Page.” You can read that interview at http://writers.gayauthors.org/articles/interviews/interview-with-luc.php
I guess I should probably stop babbling before I start mentioning my birthmarks and my deepest, darkest secrets.
But before I shut up, I just want to share something that has significance to me. It is a quote from a Persian poet and mathematician (I’ve always found that combination intriguing) by the name of Omar Khayyam:
I sent my soul
through the Invisible,
Some letter of
that After-life to spell:
And by and by my
Soul returned to me,
And answered “I
Myself am Heav’n and Hell”
There is much wisdom to be found in his words. If you haven’t read “The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, you should.
And one last thing (I promise)…
I want to thank the people who have worked on this site— Xandra Kitee, Nate, Joey and Rob (RHawes16)--because really, I am absolutely clueless about such things.
Ok…one more thing (I promise for real this time)…
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19, 2007.
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