I was always convinced that one day I would become a cartoonist.
I just knew that it would happen. It did, briefly, in that I made
a few dollars drawing cartoons for a short while, but I never
actually became a professional. It was always just a hobby.
As I grew older, I drifted into other hobbies, and spent less and
less time cartooning.
For a while I was consumed with the activities of the local
Doctor Who fan club. I was also an avid police scanner enthusiast.
And because of my vocation, I enjoyed playing around building Web sites.
And finally, I was, and still am, an amateur radio operator.
But it wasn't until recently that I consciously realized that during
most of my life, I had been a writer.
In retrospect, it's hard to imagine how I had overlooked the fact.
When I was young, I would draw silly four-page magazines
(instead of paying attention in class). The magazines would include
plenty of dialog in addition to cartoons.
I had friends with whom I corresponded by mail.
When I became enamored with Doctor Who, I wrote a column for
the local club's fan magazine. Later,
I started to write a column about amateur radio.
But, for some unfathomable reason, I never considered myself to be
a writer. It was never a goal of mine, it was just
something I did naturally.
All that changed after I retired. While trying to figure out what to do
with myself, I came across dozens of short stories that I had
written, plus notes on ideas for many more.
Good grief, I was a writer!
Well, at the moment you won't find any of my works on the shelves of
bookstores. But now that I'm aware of that side of my
personality, I'm working harder on it. I did, in fact, just complete
my first novel. (Whether or not it will ever be published
is another matter.)
In any case, here are some of my shorter works (generally
science fiction) for, I hope, your reading pleasure.