You know, someone decided to give me some advice on the art of writing the other day. He proceeded to tell me that I should only write about things that I know. Well, I guess I’m shit out of luck. I’m not bragging or boasting but I can tell you that I’ve lived a fairly uneventful life. I found my soul mate at the ripe old age of 15 and we are still blissfully married. I’m a Vietnam era veteran by just 16 days so I enjoyed all the military benefits but never had to fire my M16 at anything more than a paper target. I have a few ailments that come with age but nothing serious. I’ve always worked in jobs that payed far above what my education should have allowed. As a child, I was never molested, abused, abandoned, tortured by terrorists or lost in the woods to be raised by spotted owls. I come from a very large and very loving family.
Sure, I’ve made a few mistakes along the way but nothing that I have to look back on with regret. So what would I have to write about that might have any significance to the rest of mankind?
Then I remembered, Tolkien really never lived in Middle earth and Bradbury had never been to Mars. Gene Roddenberry couldn’t have piloted the Enterprise, JK Rowling never attended Hogwarts and Stephanie Meyer didn’t hobnob around with vampires and werewolves?”
So stop trying to please everyone else and do what you feel is the right thing for you.