I write fiction, and most of the time the setting for my stories is the ocean. When you grow up in the Midwest, the sea is so distant and seems very exotic. You can only imagine the smell of the salt air, the wind-whipped spray, and the mountainous wave cressets. Saying the words “ocean” or “sea” is akin to screaming the word “adventure.”
You might read some Jules Verne and some Tom Swift, and become even more enthused about the mysterious depths, and man’s ever-advancing technologies for exploring and living in the sea. Maybe when you grow up, you might join the submarine service. That dose of reality might just take the magic out of the ocean, but in your case it doesn’t. At some point, you realized a muse is begging you to write down all the stories in your head.
Maybe it’s not a muse, though. Perhaps it’s the ocean itself I hear, the watery echoes of wakes left by all the ships down through history that sailed there, or ripples sent back to our time somehow from future vessels. If it’s the ocean’s mighty voice I hear, then that makes me Poseidon’s Scribe.
Well, let us say Apprentice Scribe, since I’m still learning the craft. After all, I’m trying to convert eddies and surf and currents into prose. Something’s bound to get lost in translation.
The sea is omni-faceted, as it turns out, and my stories now span several genres. These include historical, science fiction, fantasy, steampunk, and horror. Not all of my stories take place in a seawater setting, but most do.
I’m glad you’re here. Look around the shop. Read some of the results of my scribbling. I’ll use this space to share thoughts about reading, writing, and the sea. So long as the ocean keeps whispering in my ear, I’ll keep writing it all down, because I’m…