Audio story – The story of my kidnapping and escape

In all the news coverage of the Cleveland kidnappings, I was most struck by Amanda Berry’s immense courage in initiating an escape. I imagined the feeling she had in choosing that action was a much scarier version of a feeling I had 41 years ago. I am always fascinated by the discrete moments when things change — for example, that split second when a decision becomes irrevocable.

Listening to the news coverage of the story on NPR I realized that after all these years I had edited the telling my own kidnapping down to a few facts, a shorthand. I no longer told the full story of what had happened to me. Suddenly, it was important to do my own story justice. Plus, I’ve had a hankering to learn more about storytelling since I heard a fabulous storyteller reenacting the Battle of Britain at the Royal Naval Museum in Portsmouth. I decided then and there, in the ramp metering queue for I-5, to find and take a storytelling class.

The very next day I got an email from ComedySportz about a new storytelling class that was starting, and I was available for all the class dates and for the final performance. Only a little stunned by the swiftness with which God and the universe had responded to my decision, I signed up. With the help of my classmates and teacher, the wonderful Kelley Tyner McAllister, I told my story properly.

Now, you can listen to it as well: Story of my kidnapping and escape

The First Post

It’s probably best you just read The About.
But since it will probably eventually change, here it is as it stands today:

This is a place for me to keep a diary of my brain as I work to become a published science fiction author.

Last year, in the midst of the Great Recession, I voluntarily quit my very nice corporate job in order to work part-time and use the other part-of-the-time to write. I underestimated how much I needed to have a breather first. But my break is over and I’m ready to work.

Being a writer means writing. This blog is to give me another place to write when the fiction isn’t flowing, and my thoughts need more than 140 characters to sort themselves out. It will also be a diary of sorts as I put myself through my own self-directed graduate seminar in fiction writing.

Was that enough to convince you not to hit the RSS button?