When I recently created my author page on Facebook, a friend asked me to tell her what it felt like to see “Glenn Harris – Author” up there at the top of the page. I couldn’t do it, not really. I don’t remember exactly what I said, but I do remember that I thought it was pretty lame.
So…what are the chances I can describe what it feels like to see my first book published, to know that there are people out there who have actually bought it and presumably are reading it? Hopefully enjoying it.
I wrote my first short story on a Remington typewriter in my basement room when I was in my early teens, just as I was starting high school. I was reading a lot of pulp science fiction at the time and the story was about a stowaway on a space ship. I’m sure the science was terribly flawed and the fiction not much better, but I knew right then what I wanted to do with my life: be a writer.
And I have been a writer all my life: stories, poems, news articles and editorials, public relations pieces, corporate position papers, journals….
Until finally, in my 60s (the new 50s? 40s? here’s hoping) I publish a novel, the first of many that I plan to write. I finally do what I really meant, or wanted to mean, by “writer” all along.
How does it feel? It feels incredibly, unbelievably, thoroughly FANTASTIC! That’s how it feels. Exciting: Maybe everybody will love it! Scary: Maybe everybody will hate it! Fulfilling: Either way, I’m finally doing what I always wanted to do.
Friends, it’s almost better than sex. Actually, at my age, it probably IS better than sex.
And better late than never.