King of the Boys: Chapter 3
When I was a four, I saw the movie True Grit and instantly bought into the whole legend of the "The Duke". At the same time, The Vietnam War raged on the TV, while I sat alone in my parents' dank den, building Lego forts for my Army Men. Through it all, I was always dressed as a cowboy. My parents solution for my isolation was to get me a St. Bernard, and that's when the trouble really started.
Being a bit of a tomboy, I can totally understand not connecting with the other kids like I was expected to. I remember vividly a time when I was torn between what seemed natural to me, and what everybody else was doing. When you are a kid, those things seem to very important and then you grow up and realize that it takes all kinds. Well, we try to, at least. The forces of rote categorization are still out there but our forces are strong too.
I never considered the idea of writing a book from a spoken piece(s). It makes sense though - maybe like a second draft in spoken word (the first draft being in the mind), and the final draft on paper? I look forward to reading the book (and listening to it!) when it's done.
