Fiction is a different kettle of fish, a cloth of a different colour. I stewed about the challenge late into the night trying to find a starting place, a circumstance, a person, a subject that could unfurl into a story.
I heard someone once say to "write what you know". So, shortly after 1 am, I settled on the one thing I know backwards and forwards. I know its sights, its sounds, its smells. I know its highs and its lows. I know how it feels when it's hot and I know how it feels when it's cold. I know it as well as anything I've ever known--interPLAY. It has been a part of my life for the past decade and a half, 15 full years.
Another part of my life that has been around almost as long is being a father to my son Dylan. I know his heart, his spirit and what many have described as his "old soul". So, in this story a young boy, inspired by Dylan, will find love one hot August day at interPLAY--the innocent, pristine and untainted love we all felt as children. What happens next is yet to be determined, but I'll keep you posted.
March 6, 2010 - 191.6 pounds, 26.4% body fat