I have a backlog of story ideas that storm my mind clamoring for release. Like a treasure map, I keep a diary of ideas. Rewriting my life experiences through an overlay of adventure and fantasy are self-serving pleasures. There is always an active writing project that tells a story while I continue to be the ever-humble learner and hone m
I have a backlog of story ideas that storm my mind clamoring for release. Like a treasure map, I keep a diary of ideas. Rewriting my life experiences through an overlay of adventure and fantasy are self-serving pleasures. There is always an active writing project that tells a story while I continue to be the ever-humble learner and hone my craft.
My first attempt at publication was a science fiction short story entitled “The Cube.” It was sent to a science fiction magazine offering prizes in the late eighties. I still have that sealed self-addressed envelope that I sent as a copy to myself for proof of copyright should the need ever arise.
Next story was a fantasy, the Story of Atlantis, about a treasure hunter who finds evidence of a long-lost alien origin to the city of Atlantis. This was the story I would have liked to read about Atlantis in place of the many already written and created theatrical versions.
The last completed novel is a fictionalized memoir about my childhood that chronicles elementary school years and the events that pushed me deep into the introverted closet turning me into an invisible pariah in the neighborhood.
Current work in process is a fantasy that explores what life might look like for a species that has access to the first doorway of life after death.
I was born in an age of change when the cultural revolution was at its longest antithesis from normative life as it ever had been; the end of the hippie days and the sexual revolution as counter to the rigid roles of Ozzie and Harriet.
My ideas as a child mimicked the flower power idealism of the times; make love not war. Omnipresent was
I was born in an age of change when the cultural revolution was at its longest antithesis from normative life as it ever had been; the end of the hippie days and the sexual revolution as counter to the rigid roles of Ozzie and Harriet.
My ideas as a child mimicked the flower power idealism of the times; make love not war. Omnipresent was a technological revolution. Computers bursted overnight into every business and home bringing to life Lost in Space’s Robot and the Jetson’s personal flying cars, making tangible almost every science fiction and fantasy author I’ve ever read.
Though my youthful brainwashing through television and marketing led me to believe that utopia was around the corner, reality bashed me into the closet at every opportunity. I lived an introspective dual life for the first several decades of planetary incarnation. Like my father before me, we burst out of our introverted chains in our early adult years to live a life opposite of the withdrawn expression that had previously defined us. Science fiction, fantasy, and writing were my tickets to freedom and self-expression.
I am a late college bloomer. I built my career writing in the obscure language of computers for companies without benefit of any degree. As employers wizened and job opportunities became as fierce as a bread line in the depression, I went back to school slogging through first an associate’s degree, then bachelors, then masters, and finall
I am a late college bloomer. I built my career writing in the obscure language of computers for companies without benefit of any degree. As employers wizened and job opportunities became as fierce as a bread line in the depression, I went back to school slogging through first an associate’s degree, then bachelors, then masters, and finally with a late in life joy completed a doctorate degree. This dissertation took three years and despite being a different kind of writing pushed my writing skills in to the current century. My educational aspirations bore me away from the technological crafting of code development into managing computer projects and the technical writing craft.
Writing developed through my work career product form project charters, to performance management critiques of employees, to lengthy manuals, reports and to marketing and sales pitches that told a story.
I spent a lifetime writing and marketing for my spouse’s art business.
These days my writing focusses on story telling through fantasy.
How does a life turn out? Do individual moments create a decipherable sum?
Nick ends his years from grammar school with the seemingly sudden appearance of a life of unwanted quietude devoid of all childhood friends. The events leading to this quiet life are indeterminate to Nick.
The gaggle of children forced upon each other by geography,
How does a life turn out? Do individual moments create a decipherable sum?
Nick ends his years from grammar school with the seemingly sudden appearance of a life of unwanted quietude devoid of all childhood friends. The events leading to this quiet life are indeterminate to Nick.
The gaggle of children forced upon each other by geography, customs, and the desire from moms for the safety of their children, make up the neighborhood gang. The membership of the gang conscripted from different schools, native languages, and inherited religious beliefs in a small choice-less community. Relationships within the gang morph as years accumulate and beliefs mature along a warped framework of inbred customs.
The friendships that emerge from the end of the school year form and reform from invisible threads of a hidden master tapestry each summer. The bonds of summer and the bonds of school are two sides of a coin, melded, but never to meet.
Nick enjoys summers carefree idyllic passage. He matures with the pleasures of backyard swimming pools that grow-up alongside him and his sister Daphne.
The close-knit neighborhood within this small isolated geographic area is informed by late sixties and seventies culture and religion. Nick remains innocent and isolated from others based on ignorance and the silence of this generation's sexuality.
Nick emerges from the grammar school years into a life turned slowly still. This quietude mimics the times for anyone different and where cultural messaging is powerful, cumulative, and silent.
Running away, a flawed hero abandons honor seeking glamor, but when Aaron gains fame, transformed by an ancient, becomes dimensionally trapped, he must learn true sacrifice before losing his soul.
The Writer Alex LeClaire
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