I have to admit, when my publisher said I should start a blog to help promote my book and get my name out there I was not enthused. I mean, what did I have to tell people anyway? Do they even care? Probably most of you don’t. But as one of my favorite bands, Homegrown, said in some lyrics: “It’s okay, I’ll do it anyway!”
I’ve never thought of myself as a blogger; hell it’s a struggle to think that I’m a published author. I’m still coming to grips with that.
I thought a long time about what I should write. I didn’t want to make this thing boring or a personal journal. Let’s not mince words here; none of you really care if I got my hair cut today or went to the grocery store. What you may be interested in, however, is my journey on being a writer. So, that is what I decided I will blog about. Some posts will be about my book, some will be about the business of writing and tips and tricks I’m learning, some posts may even be about other books I’ve read. But it will chronicle this journey.
So, to start, I will just tell you briefly how I got to where I am. When I was sixteen and in high school (Esperanza High School in Anaheim, CA), my English class introduced us to poetry. I hadn’t been interested in literature until that point. No offense to George Eliot, but Silas Marner was about the most boring thing I’ve ever read. The only two books worth a lick of interest in high school were Lord of the Flies and Fahrenheit 451. Those books had style and an interesting, action oriented plot. But Great Expectations, The Great Gatsby, Cry the Beloved Country. Sorry to all the English teachers out there, but those reading choices deterred me from writing. They were so boring.
But poetry got my attention for some reason. So I started writing that when I was 16. I was introduced to the guitar by my next door neighbor, who went to a private Catholic high school. I was lucky that my aunt had left her old crappy classical guitar with my dad, who had put it in the garage and let it sit in dust for years. That is, until I pulled it out and restrung the poor bastard. Matt, my neighbor, taught me how to read guitar tablature. And from that moment, we would rock out in his garage, he with his electric Fender Stratocaster and me with my dusty classical. We had big dreams of being rock stars and some days, I still have those dreams. But mostly, they died when we had to graduate college and “get a real job.” So long Mark Hoppus, I wasn’t going on tour with you (all newbie guitarists learned “Dammit” as one of our first songs in the last 90’s).
But my poetry led me to writing song lyrics for our terrible compositions. Always something about some girl– I don’t remember most of what I wrote then and if I have any sense, I’ll burn the lyrics if I find them.
Then I went to college and took a creative writing class. I wrote a series of short stories inspired by that class. They were terrible. I was reading the Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice so my stories were all about Vampires.
Then writing faded away as other interests caught my attention. In August, 2006 my wife (then girlfriend) and I moved to Phoenix, Arizona. I took a job as a file clerk in a law office. Then, I moved up to a paralegal position. If you don’t know what paralegal’s do every day, they write, read, edit, and they sort lots and lots of paper. So, I got pretty good at writing, reading, and sorting – but not the kind of writing, reading, and sorting I’d need for creative fiction. But it didn’t matter. The things I learned as a paralegal for the last six years set me up to write The Emerald Tablet.
In July, 2011 I started writing the first book of a seven book series entitled, The Legends of Amun Ra. Now that I look back on that, I was fucking nuts to choose to do a 7 book series as my first published world. But, I’ll try as best as I can, to show you how I am progressing not just in the business of writing and selling books, but being a better writer in general.