Definitions

Who am I? Isn’t that one of the biggest questions we have to answer? How we define ourselves or let others define us cast us down the path of life. Early on, I was defined as a son, grandson, and great-grandson.

 I was cheerfully unaware of those definitions. I thought that I defined my world. They were Daddy, Mama, Big Pa, Little Pa, Little Ma, and Nother Mama. I spent a happy childhood even after my little sister came, and I had to share the orbit of the adults in our lives.

In this sphere of love and attention, I began my adventures and learned the passed down stories. When I was small, I boldly traveled down the precarious road from my home to my great grandparents’ house. Alone! Joyfully I walked down the path that had been carefully mowed to ease my journey. I was watched surreptitiously by my mother and great grandmother.

As we all do, I began to see other real people occupied the world. I wasn’t the only one. As I grew, I became a big brother, a student, and a friend. Some gave me unfavorable definitions. You know them as well as I do. And Like me, you try to ignore them.  

I have gained other definitions, as well. Employee, husband, father, grandfather, and great grandfather were added. Now, in this season of my life, I am adding author to those other definitions.

I grew up hearing stories: family stories and fictional stories. Stories that were told by my dad as he read me the Sunday comics. Once I learned to read, I read everything. I read the “Book of Knowledge” encyclopedia and the dictionary that came with it. I read Heinlein and Asimov. Bored by the lectures during history, I read that book.

Now I have stories. I want to share those adventures in the worlds of my imagination. Join me, won’t you?

About Dale

Stories have been a part of my life forever. I have heard them, read them, and told them as long as I can remember. I’ve written hundreds of stories. Bits and pieces of stories. This is my first novel. It is the result of a story that refused to die. It kept unreeling in my mind. After a year of this haunting, I had no choice but to write it. What started as a simple damsel in distress story changed once I met the damsel. As I wrote this set of stories the world I imagined grew. After rewrites, revisions, and letting it bake. I’ve discovered more. More of the politics of the region. More relationships between people. Now as I begin a sequel to this first book, I’m finding more complexity than I ever imagined and more loose strings that need to be explored.
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