Okay, here’s the scoop. I’m a regular person, just like you. Well, maybe not just like you. You probably have a nice normal life. I don’t. I never have. But it turns out my weird life has provided what many call “fodder for fiction.” All that fodder combined with a life-long urge to write is what brings me here today. Because Quest of the Guardians is more than just a fun fantasy adventure, more than just a story, more than just the meanderings of my imagination. Quest of the Guardians is the outcome of my very strange life and the lessons that life has taught me.
I grew up on a farm in rural Minnesota where we raised cattle, pigs, and chickens. I also had three horses, two dogs, and more cats than we could count. After high school my parents wanted me to go to college and become an architect but I had ZERO interest in that. I thought it would be more fun to run off to Oklahoma in the midst of the oil boom, and thus began about two decades of bouncing around the country.
I’ve been in every state west of the Mississippi river except Alaska and Hawaii, and about a third of the eastern states. I’ve been homeless on a park bench, taught famous people how to ride horses, and I’ve rubbed elbows with royalty. I’ve also poured a lot of drinks, punched a lot of cash register buttons, and I’ve even operated a snowplow on the interstate!
Somewhere in the midst of all that I earned a degree in Equestrian Arts and raised two very independent daughters.
When I finally got around to settling down I taught myself photography and became a wedding photographer. I did that for about twelve years until poor choices caught up with me and I found myself disabled by domestic violence. (If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to get thrown down the stairs; its like flying without landing gear. I don’t recommend it.)
So, what do you do when you can no longer do whatever you want, whenever you want? You do something that has always been in the back of your mind that you wanted to do “someday,” but never slowed down long enough to do it.
For me, that’s write. And…after the crazy life I’ve led, it turns out I have a lot to write about.
In the midst of my journey, I’ve often noticed that our world is made up of “worlds within worlds.” We have towns within counties, counties within states, and states within countries. But there are other worlds within those worlds. There’s the world of the wealthy and the world of the poor. There’s the world of white collar families and the world of blue collar families. There’s the ultra-religious and the ultra-atheist. We have conservatives, liberals, rednecks, and hippies. I could go on and on, and each of those worlds has its own rules; its own accepted parameters. In Quest of the Guardians, I play around with some of these worlds and sub-worlds and each episode of the Quest has its own unique culture, even though they are ultimately all linked together.
On a lighter note…some of my ideas come from the simplest sources. One day at work I was walking across the shop and noticed a small stick lying on the floor. I picked it up and noticed it was covered with knobs. When I showed it to a co-worker she exclaimed, “They look like eyes!”
“Ooooo,” said my Muse.
Then another day I was startled when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. It was just a spindly twig sitting on the pavement, but a breeze had caused it to move toward me and it made my heart jump and start pounding.
Yes. We must have a stick monster in the story…
I hope you enjoy reading the stories as much as I’m enjoying creating them, and I hope you’ll pop in from time to time and leave a comment! Because without you, the readers, I might have to be alone with this strange world in my head…