"So! In my Official Capacity as a writer of science fiction and fantasy, I hereby proclaim June 23 Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers Day! A day of celebration and wonder! A day for all of us readers of science fiction and fantasy to reach out and say thank you to our favorite writers. A day, perhaps, to blog about our favorite sf/f writers. A day to reflect upon how written science fiction and fantasy has changed your life."
Okay, I'll admit it, I'm a bookaholic. I was one of those kids that would wait for the parents to go to bed, haul out the flashlight and read.
When I was a very young girl, I discover to the world of fantasy. It all started when my parents bought their very first set of encyclopedias from a traveling book seller. You know, the guys that knock on your door, lugging around book samples. They used to do that anyway....not so much anymore. As a freebie, if they would buy the encyclopedias, a free set of children's anthology would be added, 10 anthology style books in all. They bought 'em, I read 'em from cover to cover and again and again.
Some of the anthologies were of fables, some classic with Hans Christian Anderson and Charles Dickens. Some were Disney classic - Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White - all told in their original glory.
My mom did the unthinkable, being a young and first time mom - not knowing any better, she started me in Kindergarten at the tender age of four years. I was a year behind everyone, but I loved it. I did have trouble learning to read, so weekly trips to the library ensued. I was allowed to pick five books every Saturday morning. And I taught myself to read. (See, I'm left handed and everything for some reason comes harder for me. I've discovered the same problem with my own children, and I just got in the habit of re-teaching my son's daily lesson to him.) I always carried a book with me, and as my parents family grew, I slowly found myself the oldest child in a family of seven children. I re-told stories to my sisters. We would pile in my bed at night and it would become storytime. After all, I had years of anthologies stored up in my brain.
After a while, I started to make up my own stories, because I got so darn tired of re-telling the old ones! So, using the names of my sisters (my brother soon abstained from story telling time, it was too girly) to keep their interest and sooth them to sleep, the stories began. They were all fantasies full of castles, knights, witches, faeries, and evil personages trying to stop our good heroes and heroines.
My dad introduced me to the world of science fiction. I glommed onto Star Trek, superhero comic books and shows - Batman, The Green Latern, Superman --- all in reruns, but that much better. My dad would fill me in on everything that I missed or didn't understand.
Then, I discover the world of vampires, warlocks, witches, and fae of all sorts. By this time, it was an addiction. One that I gladly fed, one that helped me escape the pressures of school and being the oldest of seven and the responsibilities of taking care of my siblings. There's a lot of work for everyone is a large family, being the oldest is hard. My grandma introduced me to romance when I was 10 years old and by the time I was 12, Barbara Cartland was on my night table, with Dukes, Counts, ripping bodices, and evil ne'er do wells. But, fantasy would be my staple, always there, ready to embrace me and take me away.
As I grew and my tastes changed, paranormal romance and urban fantasy, as well as my old friend, fantasy, have become my reads of choice. I love a good mystery as James Patterson or John Sandford can tell. I love contemporary and historical romance to slip me into another time, another place. Paranormal historicals are fantastic. Vampires are lovely, both scary and playful. Shifters of all sorts are an imagination factory. I love to read and to play with writing. It's fun and tremendously entertaining, and I thank all the writers and authors who have taken me away.
Thanks Amy for sharing this posting.