Smatterings #1 – Who Are You?

Who are you?  An authentic answer only comes from one who knows who they were at the beginning . . .

Who were your childhood heroes? Which authors did you adore? Whose stories drew you in? What person did you most see yourself as when you envisioned your future? I believe pieces of each are who you truly are right now, today.

My parents were my heroes. In all honesty, I am a quinquagenarian who was raised on a farm in a tiny community, so there weren’t many people contributing to outside influence. But even if I had grown up in today’s modern world, I’m certain my mom and dad would still have been my heroes. They were hardworking, loving parents who had little more than values, hope, and a sense of wonder to give to their children: Anything can happen. There are magnificent things no one has discovered yet. What else is up there with the stars? My parents made the unknown and the unimaginable familiar.

I grew up with more than 5,000 books in our century old farmhouse. Bookshelves, floor-to-ceiling, were filled with an incredible variety! Me, nor my many brothers and sister, ever heard the words, “You’re too young to read that.” We had the freedom to pull any book off the shelf and start reading. No permission needed. For me, any book written by John Steinbeck, Jack London, Ernest Hemingway, J.R.R. Tolkien, H.G. Wells, or Jules Verne drew me to them like a magnet.

Today, I write in the genres of historical fiction and sci-fi/fantasy. I suppose I should have seen that coming, right? My favorite reading genres are historical fiction, science fiction, and fantasy, although I’ll read any genre as long as the story and the writing are good! It all goes back to the beginning.

Now, when questioned with, “Who are you?” the answer comes easily—I am a writer with a never-ending sense of wonder.

Who are you?

 

9 thoughts on “Smatterings #1 – Who Are You?”

  1. You know, it’s possible that many of the world’s problems would be mitigated if more people knew who, and what, they were.

    1. I agree, Vivian! It seems that as we mature, we tend to forget who we were–our core self–at the beginning, and we try to fit a mold suited to societal acceptance. That’s where most artists lose their way. 🙁

    1. Sounds like you had great parents, too! I love hearing stories about people who had books, music, art in their home as children.

  2. I was raised in southwest Louisiana, and I didn’t have the opportunity of books, music, or art in my home. Just the polar opposite of you and your old farmhouse, Karen (I’m so jealous), I lived in small houseboat in my early childhood, and at one point our family even resided in an old Greyhound Bus. No electricity most of the time. But my wonderful parents always told me I could do anything I wanted to do, and be anything I wanted to be. They taught me to take responsibility for everything I did or didn’t do. I became a an artist and a musician. I completed my BBA at age fifty and became an author at age sixty. Who am I? I guess I am a slow starter with a can-do attitude.

    1. Wow, Rita! The stories inside you must be clambering to get out! No wonder you are such a wonderful writer. I love your books! Have you written one about life on the bus? Thank you for commenting today!

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