I don’t understand it myself. Midlife crisis perhaps?
Here I sit, a family man in my early fifties, follower of Christ, happily married to an amazing woman, with two incredible teenage sons, successful in my career as a data scientist at a major U.S. corporation, and comfortable by middle-class standards. Yet I am restless, plagued by a je ne sais quoi that eludes me.
About a year ago, my pastor and friend Nathan James Norman opened a flash fiction writing contest over at The Untold Podcast. On a whim I decided to enter, and although I didn’t make the shortlist, some creative power slowly awakened like a muscle atrophied from disuse and straining to flex.
“I’m a numbers guy! I’m not the creative type!” I have told myself countless times. Upon introspection, however, I admit that I have always been attracted to epic fantasy and sci-fi genres. I know way more about Star Trek than is healthy. I’m still dismayed that ABC cancelled Legend of the Seeker, a decently good adaptation of the Sword of Truth novels by Terry Goodkind, after only two seasons.
So here I am, believing that I am called to find some creative outlet for my strange talent.