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Still a Fugitive
Well, I’m starting this blog, so I suppose I should tell you a little about myself.
I’ve been a fugitive from reality since forever. As a kid, I constantly made up stories—some would call them lies—about my family, friends, neighbors and even strangers on the street. I had friends that only I could see (oh, the adventures we had!). You know, just a little kid having fun.
Learning to read was a revelation. Whole new worlds opened up for me. Since my parents forbade nothing, I read everything. Some of it I didn’t quite understand, but that was okay with me. I read it anyway. I even read the dictionary. When I was a little older, I was big on Agatha Christie. Then I graduated to horror—you guessed it—Stephen King. Couldn’t get enough of it! I was reading a little science fiction at this time—Ray Bradbury and works like that—but I really didn’t get into it until I was in college. And that led to fantasy, a la Lord of the Rings, and so on.
All during this time, I was making up stories, but I wasn’t writing them down. They were private. Besides, I thought my family and friends would laugh at me. The only story I recall writing was one that won a contest when I was in elementary school.
So anyway, life goes on. I went to law school. After I graduated and entered the workforce, I started writing down my stories. Nothing spectacular. I wrote a bit here and there, short stories that never saw the light of day (which was probably a good thing). Then I fell ill. I had the flu for a month. Bored out of my skull, I started writing a piece of fan fiction (didn’t know what it was back then). I showed it to a friend of mine who suggested I finish the story.
Well, that piece of fanfic fell by the wayside, but in its place came a manuscript that would eventually become The Underground. I absolutely adored writing it. I absolutely adore writing, period. Slipping into that alternate reality for hours at a time; there was a time in my life when it was called daydreaming, and I got in trouble for it. Now it’s legitimate. Like when I was a kid, I can hide from reality to my heart’s content.
And that’s the best part of all.
P.S. If you wish, you might want to check out my blog, Of Werewolves And Other Strangers, http://roxannebland.com, and my publisher's website, http://www.blackrosepress.com. You can read the first three chapters of The Underground if you're so inclined.
I’ve been a fugitive from reality since forever. As a kid, I constantly made up stories—some would call them lies—about my family, friends, neighbors and even strangers on the street. I had friends that only I could see (oh, the adventures we had!). You know, just a little kid having fun.
Learning to read was a revelation. Whole new worlds opened up for me. Since my parents forbade nothing, I read everything. Some of it I didn’t quite understand, but that was okay with me. I read it anyway. I even read the dictionary. When I was a little older, I was big on Agatha Christie. Then I graduated to horror—you guessed it—Stephen King. Couldn’t get enough of it! I was reading a little science fiction at this time—Ray Bradbury and works like that—but I really didn’t get into it until I was in college. And that led to fantasy, a la Lord of the Rings, and so on.
All during this time, I was making up stories, but I wasn’t writing them down. They were private. Besides, I thought my family and friends would laugh at me. The only story I recall writing was one that won a contest when I was in elementary school.
So anyway, life goes on. I went to law school. After I graduated and entered the workforce, I started writing down my stories. Nothing spectacular. I wrote a bit here and there, short stories that never saw the light of day (which was probably a good thing). Then I fell ill. I had the flu for a month. Bored out of my skull, I started writing a piece of fan fiction (didn’t know what it was back then). I showed it to a friend of mine who suggested I finish the story.
Well, that piece of fanfic fell by the wayside, but in its place came a manuscript that would eventually become The Underground. I absolutely adored writing it. I absolutely adore writing, period. Slipping into that alternate reality for hours at a time; there was a time in my life when it was called daydreaming, and I got in trouble for it. Now it’s legitimate. Like when I was a kid, I can hide from reality to my heart’s content.
And that’s the best part of all.
P.S. If you wish, you might want to check out my blog, Of Werewolves And Other Strangers, http://roxannebland.com, and my publisher's website, http://www.blackrosepress.com. You can read the first three chapters of The Underground if you're so inclined.
