I graduated high school in 1977, way back in the
dark ages. Our class keeps up with each
other fairly well with mini-reunions, Facebook, and email. It seems we’re always getting together for
something, and the ones that show up always have a blast.
This past weekend, a group of us got together for
a “55 And Still Alive” Birthday Bash. It
was held at the country cabin getaway belonging to one of our members.
We had a blast!
There were some members of the Class of ’77 that
didn’t realize that I was a writer! I
was asked about what I was writing, what got me started, etc.
Then, the big question that came from those that had read some of my stuff: “Why did you kill off XXXXX XXXXX in [insert
story name here]?”
Some of my classmates didn’t realize that I was
using names of our graduating class as characters in my books. Those that know realize that I’m just using the
names, and that the characters have nothing to do with real people…I just needed
a name, and I explained that it was no different than flipping through a phone
book and choosing a random name. I think
of it this way: I have a male/female
character that will do this and
appear in this many pages…then, I
thumb through my high school yearbook and pick a name! I do it for two reasons: 1) it’s quicker than thumbing through the
phone book, and 2), it honors my classmates and reminds me of my humble
beginnings.
I like every single member of my class, and this
is how I choose to show it. I share
their names with the world, and, while you,
as the reader, may not know which characters are members of my Class of ’77, I
do. And I’m amazed at what we’ve all
accomplished!
Meanwhile, pick up a book from somewhere: online, or the library, or a bookstore…and…
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