I’d like to say the impetus for my writing was from Hemmingway or C.S. Lewis, (though they have been a wonderful influence to be sure) but alas it was something a bit more personal and devious.
That day in April, 1998 was no different than any other day, except for the persistent buzzing in my lower back. As I went about my day, I thought the tingling sensation would work itself out, assuming I had just slept wrong or pinched a nerve. I was wrong on both counts.
A month later I started a year-long series of doctors and procedures to discover what the cause of the now body-wide buzzing, tingling, and burning sensations that left me unable to focus, let alone work in any meaningful capacity. The spinal tap gave me the definitive answer: Multiple Sclerosis.
By the year 2000, I was place on permanent disability from my position with the State of Ohio, and I was sitting a home throughout the day doing important things like catching up on missed episodes of Walker: Texas Ranger.
It was at this point that an interaction with a friend turned my attentions to something that I had forgotten, I loved writing. I had written many song lyrics throughout the years, and had won awards for my sermon writing, but the thought of creative writing had never occurred to me.
Crafting poetry was the foundational level of my attempts, especially learning some of the classic forms of poetry like the sonnet, and I quickly learned to love these formed as my proficiency with them grew. But it was then that a came upon the idea for my current fictional series, The Making of Tibias Ivory.
Many good things have come out of my tragic encounter with the disease of MS, but it is definitely the reason that I was able to find the time and ability to open a new door in my life. It is doubtful that I would have ever accomplished what I have without it.