Happy Father’s Day to my Daddy. Yes I am grown with children of my own but that doesn’t change the fact that my Dad is my Daddy. He is the person that first made writing seem like this magic, mystical thing.
My Mom read me books and told me stories. My Dad told me stories and he wrote. Mostly poems, but it was amazing to me. It was like a wizard weaving a spell. He put these words together, pulled them out of the air and tattooed them on paper skin, he arranged them just so and when he was done and you read them together and they meant something. They caused feelings. They amused or they tugged at your heart. He put emotions on paper and transferred them to others. It was magic.
I was in awe. I still am. Thank you Daddy for passing that magic on to me. (Btw he is currently working on his first scifi novel. 😀 And it still feels like magic to watch him create even though I now do it too.)