Today was quite interesting. I woke up and didn’t have to go to work, which was nice, but I did have to get up and get myself put together, at least to look somewhat decent to spend the morning with the ex and our daughter. We had said that we would spend at least one day, just us, for our daughter’s sake. Today was that day, and we spent it watching Disney Princess’ on Ice.
It was a pleasant outing, and I rather enjoyed watching my girl jump and down, verbally participate, and watch some of the scenes in awe. She loved it, and I loved watching her. Between each new princess adventure Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck and Goofy would come out and do a little shpill. As I was watching, and as my imagination wondered as it has a propensity to do, the words, “It all started with a mouse,” lulled through my brain. This gave way to me daydreaming through a third of the show, about how huge things started as a simple idea.
I believe all writers and artists know what I am talking about when I say, we get just a fraction of an idea or thought implanted into our brains, and if we run with it, we come out with a book, drawing, or sculpture. Did Walt Disney know he was sitting on a billion dollar industry when the idea of a mouse popped into his head? Did I know what I was getting myself into when I created the character of Gracie Mentz?
I had no idea that just one voice in my head would launch my writing career. I had no idea that one character would give birth to an entire story. And I had no idea that one story would become two, and from two I would write a manual to help other authors. It all started one night when a voice gave way to a character, and a character gave way to story. I can still see Gracie Mentz clear as day, and the life she went on to live beyond the pages of the book.
Did I know that something I wrote would cause some stranger to send me an email to tell me how my book helped her forgive her deceased father? I couldn’t have know that I would find so many fun, quirky, and crazy authors who not only listen to the voices in their head, but talk back to them as I do.
My road to becoming a published author started at very humble beginnings. For Walt Disney it started with a mouse. For Donald Trump it started with a single hotel. For me it started in ninth grade when an eccentric creative writing teacher found a very quiet girl and said, “if nothing else, it’s an easy ‘A,’ but something tells me you have stories to tell.”
Where are your beginnings?