I Know, I’ll Write a Book!
For posterity, I declared in my fifth grade year book that I would have the twin careers of an author and baseball player. No one ever called on draft day, but after years of reading, crafting stories in my head, reading, story telling, reading, and writing everything but a novel, I resolved to (finally!) write a book. No professional ball playing, but I’ll still bat .500 when it comes to 5th grade prognostication.
The moment of decision came for me after I’d read Pennsylvania, by Michael Bunker.
I had just returned from visiting family in Lebanon, PA. The experience was fresh in my mind and I was still ruminating the question of whether or not my family should buy a farm in Lebanon or Lancaster county.
I ponder moving every time I return from vacation.
Wife: Wasn’t Seaside so nice?
Me: It sure was. Maybe we should live a simple life by the sea.
Little Anspachs: Disneyland was great, Dad!
Me: I’ll say! Perhaps we should live a simple life on the Matterhorn.
(Full disclosure: Ha! like I could afford to take five kids to Disneyland.)
And so, the pining for a farm in Pennsylvania was ever in my thoughts. Bunker’s book stood out because of its title alone. The promise of Amish science fiction caused me to exchange that month’s free Prime selection for Bunker’s work. I read it and I enjoyed it. And then, I went the author’s website and read all about the glorious Indie Author Revolution.
And I thought, I can write a novel.
I told my wife, I think I’ll do this.
And as NaNoWriMo begins, so does the adventure.