As I get ready to self-publish my first book, I thought I might share the journey it followed to get here. Those of you who follow me on Twitter or my Facebook page, mostly handled by my talented wife, you may have seen clues about the story of a white dragon, a green dress, and some bacon with hashtags galore about Eighteen Fools. We are currently in the final stages to send it forth into the world. Though my first few attempts at a book were more in the comfort zone of thrillers and horrors for me, this is the first book feels like it all came together. I have almost shelved it many, many times; however, with much encouragement, and the anxiety to match it, Eighteen Fools will see the light of day.
Eighteen fools started out as a doodle in 1996 while I was stationed in Korea. The original 18 fools represented the 18 of us that were in my platoon. One at a time we rotated back to the States. My roommate knew I spent laundry time writing short stories, so he challenged me to do one for the platoon. In the original, the dragon was being hunted by eighteen stalwart warriors of first platoon. One by one they fell to the dragon in order of our ETS (End of Time Served, the military loves abbreviations.) from Korea. It was a good laugh for a few of us, but it ended up as a memory and a piece of paper in the trash can.
Somewhere in the mid 2000’s while sitting around bored, I began to doodle a story about a girl escaping a mean duke. I sent the first chapters to people to review, but it really was not a complete story idea. So, it was shelved then scrapped.
I wanted to participate in this writer’s competition, which is really more an exercise called NaNoWriMo (https://nanowrimo.org/ Nation November Writer’s Month, at least military abbreviations are short), in November 2014. In this challenge you must write a 50,000-word story from the first to the thirtieth of November. Challenge accepted; I just needed a story. This was intended to be pure fun… although anyone chasing a dream of being an author, hopes that any book they write will be published. None of my ideas of thrillers, mysteries, or horror suited the exercise. Besides, it was meant to be a challenge. That is how the idea formed that I would bring back the story of 18 fools, but this time not just a dragon hunt. I wanted to incorporate the story of the captive girl escaping the Duke. And to be honest, I wanted the Dragon to have a bigger role and have relatable personality. The story was done November 28th, I hit 50,000-plus words, and had a rough story. I went through the process of editing and reworking but eventually shelved it.
While working on another eventually shelved manuscript (see a pattern here?), I worked with a great Editor/Mentor, Heather Cashman. Heather gave me a new way of looking at my writing and how to develop the story. New Eyes brought new ways of seeing all my previous writings.
A few months ago, I dusted off Eighteen Fools, a few voices outside my Mother’s (who has to, by unwritten law, be supportive) told me to try Eighteen fools again. This time the story focuses on Elya (the Maiden) and Frackus (the Dragon). I took to heart all the criticisms and troubled spots, ignored all the good comments except what to keep. I appreciate good opinion and praise as much as the next person, but when the book is in development, you want don’t want to hear anything nice. It is the only way to grow and fix the errors. Now, I feel it is ready for the world to see.
Thank you for all those who supported me and pushed me to this point. I will post more when the book is available.
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I was there when these gray streets were fresh, new asphalt. Today, my hometown is going through some rough times, just like many small towns across the U.S. Businesses are closing their doors, and taking the jobs with them. The empty parking lots and stores never paint an accurate picture of the community.
The parks are still there. Parks are important to any city. Imagination develops on the various playground equipment, but it goes beyond just one kid’s imagination. Team work and cooperation developed, you can’t take on an imaginary alien menace by yourself after all. The World War II cannons still decorate the various parks in my hometown to honor the past. To those of us enjoying time at the parks they were always so much more. They were the perfect base to repel off invaders, I mean what good would it be to repel an enemy force without a strong defense to hold it? The swings and climbing toys weren’t just for fighting galactic warfare, they were also a place to grow, develop crushes, make friends and rivals. Don’t let anyone fool you, rivals and competition are important to growth. With the endless possibilities of tag, basketball courts, baseball diamonds, and rope climbing races, there is always some game to play and bragging rights, even if it is only until the next game.
I would like to think that my imagination from those early days has helped me to put stories to paper. I have to also thank the teachers I had along the way that encouraged me to write. Even taking a few of us to the Young Authors convention when I was in third grade. It only took another thirty plus years to begin following this path.
No park in Barberton is as unifying to the whole city as Lake Anna. Located in the center of town the Lake hosts entertainment at the gazebo, a mum festival, and all the town fireworks shows. Not to mention the swans and geese that are constantly patrolling the walk ways. I haven’t lived in a place that didn’t have a location the whole community gathers around, and this was ours.
My Elementary school (Santrock) is gone. A patch of grass in an open field marks where it used to be. But I think all of us who had the privilege of going to Santrock will always remember starting everyday with Principal Lanning, May he rest in peace, stating “Today is the first day of the rest of your life.” While we joked about that sentence being corny, I think everyone of us Santrock Knights remember it. It’s a great reminder, especially in a city going through transition, that every day you get a chance to define your tomorrow.
School systems give every student a chance to represent the community they come from. Whether its as an athlete, musician, or academic, in these small communities, wearing the school colors stands for more than just school pride; They pull together everyone who calls that place home. That is another great memory from my hometown as a student in sports. I have witnessed it in all the dozens of places fate has sent me to live. (Though my ‘unbiased’ opinion thinks nothing is quite like Friday nights in the sea of purple at Sharkey Stadium.)
Cities all develop a history along the way. Citizens need to learn it, and hold it tight. They need to help write new chapters every chance they get. Even the portions they don’t get a chance to create, they need to pass on. The bonds go deeper than geographical, because hometowns will always carry a portion of what helped make us who we are. Understanding the good and the bad of how those generations formed the close kit relationships can help us understand why any place is worth fighting for.
Many drive through the city on their way to somewhere else never knowing how the city got it’s nickname of the magic city. They don’t know how O.C Barber developed an empire, and eventual monopoly, in the match industry. The city grew from land on his farm. The remnants of a few buildings still stand. They are symbolic of the resilience of the people in this Northeast Ohio community.
As I drove through the city that helped mold me, I couldn’t help but think of all the good things Barberton has to offer that others will not be able to see. Anyone traveling near the Akron area needs to stop in and try the chicken. Born out of the depression era, when new immigrants had to get the most out of every bit of food they could. Barberton Chicken has stood the test of time, just like the city. Every hometown has a defining cultural marker, Barberton Chicken definitely helps define the cultural history here. There are quite a few establishments to get your fix of the chicken, coleslaw, fries, and hot sauce. Every trip back to visit requires a box or two.
A lot of my hometown has changed since may of 1994. That was the day that my hometown was done teaching me lessons and my path was nudged toward the Army.
Every trip back always makes me wonder two thing. How much of who we are is where we’re from? How do we repay those places for starting us on our life’s journey? How can we remind others of a time before the streets turned gray?
The photos are thanks to Rick Rupert, and Emily Houghton
Pictured Barberton Chicken is from DeVore’s Hopocan Gardens
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“Always forgetting about the eighteenth member… If a dragon is slain and no one writes about it, did it really happen?”