by
Robert Eggleton
Once upon a time, our forefathers earned
calluses on their thumbs and index fingers to produce prospective masterpieces.
In shaky script, some writings could not be deciphered, most were never read or
even found, but a few manuscripts survived prehistory and beyond to influence
international cultural developments. Writing was very hard work, likely
scorned by those who harvested grains, fruits, and hunted to feed their
families, the black sheep of which were the “authors” – the
equivalent of the “food stamp recipients” of their times.
In graduate school, my greatest writing fear, almost to panic attack intensity, occurred when using a manual typewriter. My wife had bought one at Goodwill in 1970. It had a two inch drop before the letter key hit the paper. I was freaked out that I might place a paragraph out of order and have to restart the entire assignment at the beginning in order to correct my work. I used so much White Out, reportedly invented by Alice Cooper’s mother (the fake transgender rocker), that sometimes I would be too high to continue the assignment.
In graduate school, my greatest writing fear, almost to panic attack intensity, occurred when using a manual typewriter. My wife had bought one at Goodwill in 1970. It had a two inch drop before the letter key hit the paper. I was freaked out that I might place a paragraph out of order and have to restart the entire assignment at the beginning in order to correct my work. I used so much White Out, reportedly invented by Alice Cooper’s mother (the fake transgender rocker), that sometimes I would be too high to continue the assignment.
In 1977, I got an electric typewriter as a
Christmas present. It was also purchased at Goodwill, but had an auto-feed
correction film, so I didn’t get high as often. My greatest writing fear
that accommodated this new technology was replacement ribbon. Before a big
school assignment, I had to triple check that I had replacement cartridges. They
could only be bought at office supply shops that were closed on Sundays. I
became so “paranoid” about being in the middle of an assignment and
running out of film that I probably still have a couple cartridges stashed
someplace in an overwhelmed drawer.
I was also afraid of computers when they were first introduced. I worked as an investigator for the WV Supreme Court. This job involved a lot of report writing. I felt too old to learn the technology. I was so afraid that, after printing a report, I would circle paragraphs and draw arrows for my secretary to relocate sections for the final drafts to be presented to my bosses.
Today, my greatest writing fear concerns self-promotion. I’ve learned the basics of word processing, nothing fancy, own a computer, and participate in cyberspace. But, will I become so consumed with marketing that I neglect writing? I’m also afraid that if I don’t market I might as well draw pictures on the walls of caves. Or, that after I die the manuscripts stuffed under my bed will become a trash pile in front of my house. Worse, I’m afraid that I might become tempted to write fan fiction instead of listening to my cross-genre heart. Self-promotion, for me, is a significant barrier to creativity and the possibility that I may not achieve a balance in activity level has become the greatest writing fear that I’ve ever faced.
I was also afraid of computers when they were first introduced. I worked as an investigator for the WV Supreme Court. This job involved a lot of report writing. I felt too old to learn the technology. I was so afraid that, after printing a report, I would circle paragraphs and draw arrows for my secretary to relocate sections for the final drafts to be presented to my bosses.
Today, my greatest writing fear concerns self-promotion. I’ve learned the basics of word processing, nothing fancy, own a computer, and participate in cyberspace. But, will I become so consumed with marketing that I neglect writing? I’m also afraid that if I don’t market I might as well draw pictures on the walls of caves. Or, that after I die the manuscripts stuffed under my bed will become a trash pile in front of my house. Worse, I’m afraid that I might become tempted to write fan fiction instead of listening to my cross-genre heart. Self-promotion, for me, is a significant barrier to creativity and the possibility that I may not achieve a balance in activity level has become the greatest writing fear that I’ve ever faced.
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Author Bio:
Robert Eggleton
Robert Eggleton is a
retired children's psychotherapist with 45 years of professional experience, and 52 years of total contributions into America ’s Social Security
fund. Over the years, dozens of his nonfiction works have been published
– social services manuals, investigative reports, research, and
statistical reports on child abuse and delinquency in West Virginia –
most by the WV Supreme Court where he worked from 1983 through 1997.
In 2006, Eggleton turned to fiction. The Lacy Dawn Adventure Project was born during an actual children’s group therapy session – a powerful, intelligent, and potent female protagonist who takes on the evils within the universe, starting with saving her own family first. There she was – right in front of me, two seats from the head of the table where I facilitated group interactions, moderated true horror stories. Three short Lacy Dawn SF/F adventures have been published in magazines. Rarity from the Hollow, Eggleton’s debut novel, was released in 2012 by a small traditional press and is scheduled to be reprinted in July, 2015. The sequel, Ivy, is ready for editing, and is expected to be released in a few months.
In 2006, Eggleton turned to fiction. The Lacy Dawn Adventure Project was born during an actual children’s group therapy session – a powerful, intelligent, and potent female protagonist who takes on the evils within the universe, starting with saving her own family first. There she was – right in front of me, two seats from the head of the table where I facilitated group interactions, moderated true horror stories. Three short Lacy Dawn SF/F adventures have been published in magazines. Rarity from the Hollow, Eggleton’s debut novel, was released in 2012 by a small traditional press and is scheduled to be reprinted in July, 2015. The sequel, Ivy, is ready for editing, and is expected to be released in a few months.
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Excerpt:
Rarity from the Hollow
Lacy
Dawn pointed her nose up, gave a little twist of her
not-yet-fully-developed-butt, and the hearts on her panties flashed.
“I
want you to help me move,” DotCom said.
“Move
where? That’s what Faith did. She moved. Then she flunked and now
she’s dead,” she hyperventilated. “Why do you want to move
anyway?”
Tears
dripped onto her keyboard. Her monitor went black—a programmed
response to excessive moisture.
“I
have a job to do,” he said.
“Job,
job, job, job, job…,” she cried. “So many people have taken
the Hillbilly Highway
out of this hollow that there’s almost nobody left. They all went to Charlotte , wherever that
is. Or, to Cleveland ,
wherever that is. Everybody’s moved to other places to take jobs and now
you too.”
"I'll
be back soon."
“Sure,
that's what you say now. Grandma and Grandpa took that highway once. Grandpa
went to TV school in Cleveland .
That's where Mommy was born. I don’t think you ought to go because
Grandma said it's full of big potholes. What if you fall into one? You might
get hurt and not be able to make it back home. Grandma said they were lucky to
make it back home alive.”
"I'll
be careful."
“And
what about your job right here? You told me that you'd help me fix my family.
Just because Daddy don’t switch me as much, that don’t mean the
job’s finished. He’s destroyed almost everything in the house that
ain’t his.”
“My,
ahh, my supervisor gave me a timeline for a project and, ahh, by Earth time
tomorrow is the deadline. And, ahh, I, ahh, just a moment please…. I
want you to consider the option of going with me, Lacy Dawn.”
DotCom
turned his back to her and wiped his first tear ever with the back of his
wrist. He licked at his second with his tongue, but it escaped and hit the spaceship's floor. She noticed and
wilted into her recliner…
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