Well, it’s happened. My first short story, Boardwalk Bound, will appear in the anthology The Boardwalk by Cat and Mouse Press. I will be enjoying myself at Crime Bake the day it comes out. My dad would be impressed (but not too much) that I’d actually completed a project I’d started. He always told me I made things harder than they had to be. I deciphered this to mean if I would only do what he told me to do, it would be much better for me.
When I graduated from high school, my dad helped me out by getting me a job in his building. I was very excited to be going to work with him at police headquarters. I pictured myself helping to solve cases, answering phones, or filing reports…until he dropped me off at the morgue. The Morgue!!!! He couldn’t understand what my problem was, after all, I had the entire place to myself, well, not counting the dead people. I could read books all day and drink coffee. (He knew how much I loved to read.) My only job was to fingerprint the deceased. Easy peasy — according to my dad. More like easy-queasy! I lasted three days (someday I’ll tell you what happened on that third day). Years later he never failed to remind me of the pension I could have had if only I’d done as he said. And how I always made things harder than they needed to be.
By the next year he’d lined up another job for me. This time as a court stenographer. When I informed him I couldn’t type, he rolled his eyes and loudly proclaimed my tuition had been a waste of money. If only I had taken these jobs seriously, think of the material I’d have for my stories. He may not have found me the perfect job, but he certainly put me on the path to a career I love. Thanks Dad.