Happy September, everybody. I have some random thoughts to share, but first I have to tease you a bit. Those of you familiar with Healing Inc. may recall the handsome Detective Marcus Cole. He just happens to the Cecile’s love interest in the next installment of the Moriatti Men Series. I have a picture of the couple, but not one of the final book cover. I hope you find them as adorable as I do. I plan to have this next work completed by the beginning of the year.
As another school year begins I find myself recalling the many steps that inevitably brought the writer out in me. When I think of the three people who influenced my writing the most, it occurs to me they were all teachers. Funny thing about that is I didn’t always get the best grades in English (that’s a story for a different day). However, it was during a wonderful conversation with my good friend, Maria M., who just so happens to be an English teacher that I realized how much of a difference these three people made in my life. Like Maria does with her students, these three saw something promising in me and did what they could to inspire me.
First there was Mr. McDonald, one of my fourth through sixth grade teachers. Every year in commemoration of Black History Month we were assigned poetry writing. I remember going to him, sad and worried because my mother had gotten a bit too enthusiastic with her cleaning, and I came home to find all of my hard work gone. Honest to God, the man was more disappointed than I was. With a burdened sigh he stated, “There was a lot of great stuff in that pile.” That one statement gave me the encouragement I needed to start over.
Then there was Mr. Pasic. Oddly enough, this man hardly said two words to me as my ninth and eleventh grade English teacher. He had me keep a daily journal, which he collected and graded each week. He was one of the few English teachers I actually earned A’s from, and in the middle of freshman year he suggested I advance from basic college prep English to honors. Unfortunately, he got me back junior year. But, he didn’t give up. By his recommendation, senior year I was back in honors English again. Now I realize the difference between him and my other teachers was that written interaction. We may not have communicated verbally, but that simple daily journal made him see something I didn’t at the time.
Last, but definitely not least is Dr. Fray. After a grueling battle with the copy machine, I left a short, but detailed note on his desk as to why my work hadn’t been completed. The next day I found myself in his office, answering as to why I wasn’t going to be a writer. This wonderful man was my true mentor, and did everything within his power to help me make it to college. Again, he saw something in me I wasn’t quite ready to see.
So, there you have it, three wonderful people who took a moment out of their busy lives to make a difference in mine. And like a flower in the pavement, their efforts eventually took seed. To all three of you, wherever life has taken you, I now say what should have been said long ago… Thank you.