My dad is my hero. I'm so blessed that he is relatively young (only 18 years between us) and we are very, very close.
I have a gazillion ideas for books and short stories, but there are none that my dad would be really interested in reading. He's proud of my writing and totally supportive, but science fiction and fantasy just aren't his thing. He's not a big fiction reader anyway.
Lately I've wanted to write something I could dedicate to him, that he would probably enjoy reading. And being a father now, I'd like to tell a story of just what it means to be a father. This morning, an idea struck me for a story that knocked my socks off. I'm still mulling it over, doing a little research, but I like where things are headed. I think it will be a short story, set near the end of World War II, and it will find a father and son serving on opposite sides of the world.
I'm really excited about the story.. and I'm frustrated, too, because it seems like I get going down one avenue then get distracted by another idea. I guess it's OK as long as I'm writing, right?
