I am slightly exhausted today, as we had family staying with us over the weekend, who have a baby and a three year old.
The three year old is obsessed with all things vehicular, particularly cars. Cars are his life: he races toy cars, loves ‘The Fast and the Furious‘ and of course the Pixar film ‘Cars’, and makes very convincing car noises, complete with gear changes and air brakes.
I don’t recall being completely captivated by any particular area for a long period of time, with the notable exception of reading. My whole family reads widely and eclectically, and I always have too. The more eclectic the better in fact. I love to mix it up so that I can have a Murder Mystery, followed by something on Neurology, a Romance, and then perhaps some Sci-Fi as dessert.
Writing came much later, which seems a tad unusual when I see all the people who have been hoarding scraps of writing since they were knee high. They must have such a wealth of content to dive back into, which I find quite humbling. Personally, I started writing as I had a day off, and thought I would have a go at writing a novel. Why not? I had read some pretty terrible sci-fi (although I have found so many great authors now), and thought that I could probably do better.
I’ve no idea if I succeeded, but it has been a great journey! 🙂
Following my eclectic tastes, the book I’m theoretically working on now is more of a Ghost story, but we’ll see how that goes.
I’d love to hear your stories. Have you always wanted to write? Do you only write in one genre, or several? And did your childhood tastes feed directly into your adult passion?