Thanks for Making Me a Writer, Dad
Thanks for making me a writer, Dad.
There are a lot of reasons why I want to write fiction, and you’re one of them.
You taught me everything in those books on the wall. You let me wear a pink princess dress while we painted model airplanes. You told me about monsters with long-reaching tentacles who lived under my bed. You made me read books I didn’t want to read: The Great War and Modern Memory, Dune, and Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance—those books have changed my life.
You read me Ray Bradbury’s “The Veldt,” H.P. Lovecraft’s “The Rats in the Walls,” and Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart.” Those stories scared the shit out of me, and that’s a good thing.
You took me on trips to far-away places.
You taught me how to draw.
You told me the histories of queens, not princesses…
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