I write because I love telling stories.
I read, because I love hearing stories.
It goes all the way back to my grandfather, who always told stories, instead of “gave answers.”
(I was going to put up a picture of him, but I couldn’t find one. Then I thought I’d put up a picture of Marlon Brando, because my grandfather looked a lot like him in his younger days, but I thought that would be confusing. Someday, I will find those pictures of my grandfather, and get a picture of Mr. Brando and do a side by side here, but not today)
Grandpa always had a story for the answer to any question. He always knew exactly what to say, when to say it, and had a way to make you laugh when he told it. Whether you needed directions to an office up north of town, or directions to, say Seattle, Washington, Grandpa could give them to you.
There may be some tricky ones like “turn at the old gas station that looks like a horse…” but he would get you there.
As a result, I think that’s why I put so much comedy in my stories, because of him. He always told these hilarious tales, and I see it in other members of my family. My uncles do the same thing. Even my mother. They all tell these stories when they tell you something.
And most of the time, it’s all usually hilarious.
So that’s probably why I write the way I do. Because my family’s always been storytellers, and we’ve always been funny.