Today I want to share a guest post on The Story Reading Ape’s blog by author Daniel Scott White, who regales us with tales in the backwoods with hermit veterans, rampant motorcycle chasing bears and ravenous mosquitos. And if that was not daunting enough, an early encounter with a teacher who did not seem to appreciate his creative process… I hope you will head over to read in full.
Meet Guest Author & Publisher, Daniel Scott White
I never had a teacher encourage me to write. In fact, it was the opposite. I had a teacher who would take my stories away when I turned them in. She would hide them. I never got them back. She said, you’re just weird. I had to start making copies of my stories. Hand written copies. I would take dreams and write them down for homework. They didn’t even make sense, like dreams never do. One time I dreamed I was alone. The house we lived in was two stories tall, out in the countryside, and for some reason there had been a flood. As far as I could see, there was water around every side of the house, all the way out to the horizon. Across the street where three giant trees sticking out of the water. They were there in the dream and they were also real trees. For some reason I was trying to get out of the house, trying to get to those trees. I liked to play there. In the house were angry dogs chasing me. I remember birds flying around, attacking me each time I tried to climb out a window. For this assignment, there wasn’t much of a plot, just the imagery. Who knows, maybe it was symbolic. Stress driven. I wrote it down and turned it in. My teacher, rather than encouraging me to become the next Lovecraft, wouldn’t give me the story back. Not that one, or several others.
The first novel I wrote was a story about mistaken identity involving twin brothers. It was a murder mystery about a kid who witnessed a killing and was ‘wiped out’ by the mafia. Later, the twin comes out of hiding. People are shocked to see the kid alive again, ready to tell the court the story. For some reason, I had to get to 100 pages. I don’t know why I picked 100. This was hand written on lined paper. And so I wrote really big and sometimes only put three words on a line. I had to get to 100 pages.
Head over to read more about Daniel’s adventures at school and in the wilds: Meet Guest Author & Publisher, Daniel Scott White…
Thanks for dropping by and don’t miss this great guest post over at The Story Reading Ape…thanks Sally.