I’ve always loved speculative fiction. That’s the fancy name for stories that involve lasers, or swords, or in the very best laser-swords. So as a kid, I decided to try writing it. And it went really badly.
A few decades later, and I’m a house husband in rural Minnesota, a Science reference librarian who now answers urgent questions like ‘When’s lunch?’ and ‘Where’s the bathroom?’ Not really much different then helping the undergrads back at the University, but it wears thin. In an effort to save my sanity, and avoid housework, I’ve returned to writing.
I think it’s going better, this time.