I introduce myself with anecdotes triggered by famous first lines
"The opening line sets the tone." Stephen King advises in his book, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft. Twenty-four weeks ago, last October, I published my first Opening Lines post to introduce bits of myself. Almost half a year ago!
It’s high time to write a little biographical update, especially as introduction and thanks to new followers and subscribers.
Using the opening lines from literature as triggers to recall anecdotes reminds me of hanging out with friends and swapping stories. I wrote these in roughly chronological order, but you know what it’s like to be with buddies: Stories come fast and furious.
Knowing a little about where people come from gives clues on why they ended up as they are today. I think you’ll see hints of how I’ve landed as a historical fiction author.
And since this will publish the week of April Fool’s Day, it feels right to give this another go, except. . .
I’m not foolin’. . .
These stories really happened.
Introducing Myself with Opening Lines
“Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy. This story is about something that happened to them when they were sent away from London during the war because of the air-raids.” The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, C.S. Lewis (1950).
Once there were four children whose names were Ben, Joan, Meg, and Dan. Our story began when Dad left the CIA as an analyst to become an economics professor at a liberal arts college in central Illinois. The move—from metro D.C. to a college campus situated up high on limestone bluffs above the Mississippi—gave us kids a unique upbringing: One foot in a resilient farming community, the other in a stimulating academic arena. Growing up I heard diverse speakers from Buckminster Fuller to Phyllis Schlafly speak at the college. At fourteen, I had a two-week summer job at the college’s adult ed program toting a flashlight to usher late-comers to their seats to watch the 13-episode film Civilisation by Kenneth Clark. Enthralled, I sat on the steps of the darkened theater staring at the screen. World history unspooled a view so much larger than the cornfields and country roads familiar to me. Each of these experiences instilled a curiosity about the past and how we got here.
“If I am out of my mind, it’s all right with me, thought Moses Herzog.” Herzog, Saul Bellow (1964)
Fall of our junior year in college, it started as a dare with one of my BFF’s, Vicki. “What if we took a break? Left college for a while? No more classes!” The idea of it— a breather from exams and term papers—heaven! Our friends said, “You’re out of your minds.” Undaunted, we brainstormed where we’d go: Somewhere cool. A coast (we were in the Midwest so might as well dream for a beach). No relatives close by (too nosy). But, near a military base since Vicki had a dependent’s commissary privileges (her dad was career military) and, you know, it seemed like a grown-up thing to do: Save money on food. We narrowed our choices. Our get-away destination was obvious.
San Francisco.
Neither of us had a car—no problem—we signed up to be drivers with a car transport service. Made the cross-country trip in 30 hours so we could use the car in the city for a few days. Found an efficiency apartment (Sutter/Leavenworth) with a Murphy bed. Rented furniture: sleep sofa, dinette, bookcase. In 24 hours got a job as dishwashers until we both landed other work. A few months later I fell in love. We stockpiled friends, then, six months later, took a Greyhound back to the Midwest and ultimately, completed our college degrees. My friends, getting a practice round in Grownupville was lovely. (Thanks, Vicki!)
“I am an invisible man.” Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison (1952)
(Woman.) But this quote is less about me, more about how I became a storyteller of women’s courageous deeds. Back in my corporate days when I was a senior marketing executive, I managed brilliant teams that researched discrete groups of people. We dug into why Boomers, Gen Xers and Millennials carry different worldviews. How differing values between women and men transfer into distinct decision-making styles. And how the history of one’s racial group lives on and affects the present. It was eye-popping to identify the historical events that shaped group identities. We learned to see the world through others’ perspectives. I realized that there is so much more beyond the official historical record—so often, a simple regurgitation of the status quo for that time, leaving out and even erasing voices outside the dominant group. Among these are stories of brave women’s actions.
The empathy muscle I developed with this work planted the seed for my desire to bring these courageous women’s deeds to light in stories today.
“Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, ‘and what is the use of a book,’ thought Alice ‘without pictures or conversations?’” Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll (1865)
I grew up hearing my mom calling, “Joanie, stop reading and come outside!” (so I went outdoors with my book). But once I revved up my corporate workaholic engine I think all I read for years was non-fiction: strategy, investments, marketing, inspiring biographies (especially on women execs as I searched for role models). All of which meant I was a pro at writing Corporate-speak.
Fast-forward to 2016 and I’m dipping my toe into thinking about becoming an author. I attend a 3-day writer’s conference at the Esalen Institute off the Pacific Coast Highway in California. Picture it: Me in my business casual khakis and loafers; everyone else in holey-jeans and Birkenstocks. Oh, geez. Second day in, I am sidling around trying (failing) to be invisible, totally impressed/overwhelmed by the creativity I’m hearing when people read their works aloud. “I can’t do this,” I’m sadly thinking, “I missed my shot.” I set my dinner tray down across from a woman who looks similar to my age. As if she could read my mind, she suddenly offers, “I’ve spent thirty years at a university. It’s taken me five years to clean academia from my writing.” I feel a rush. Just what I needed to hear. There’s hope I could clear out the Corporate-speak too.
Seven years later, I’m still working on it.
“All this happened, more or less.” Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut (1969)
You be the judge!
What first line from literature sparks one of your stories?
Warmly,
P.S. Please check out Soul Spark with Jenn Todling for joyful, thoughtful posts on igniting true purpose in life through expressing the soul.
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