Short bits: My dad, my writing



This is my dad, at Yosemite in 1993, about nine months before he died.  Until yesterday, the only pictures I’d ever seen of him were childhood photos, and a few pictures where I was 2 and he was 24.  In this photo, he’s 43–a little over a year older than I am now.  He died just a few days after his 44th birthday.  I am deeply indebted to his widow for sending these to me.

I haven’t written much lately, both because I’m generally exhausted from work and childrearing, but also because the video game Skyrim has totally taken over my mind.  I’m seriously loving this game.  I need to get back to writing, but life has been so hectic lately I haven’t wanted to do so.  I’ll get back to it soon.

Even though I haven’t been actually writing, I have been thinking about stories, and my recent discovery I had a brother, and meeting him, have deeply informed my thinking about my fantasy WiP.   I haven’t worked on Warden’s Call in some time, because I wanted to finish Things Fall Apart: The Remembrance War I (I know, the title will almost certainly have to change), so it’s just two or three (somewhat long) chapters, which is a good thing, because meeting Jason has inspired some pretty hefty changes to the story, including a rewrite of some backstory and one character possibly changing drastically.  I’ve also been jotting down short story ideas.

Back to the day job…


Published by Michael R. Johnston

Father of an eighth grader, high school English teacher, writer. Fifty years old and feeling almost every bit of it on some days, and not a bit of it on others. Based in Sacramento, California, USA

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