
Writing books is storytelling. It can be based on something the author has experienced, or it can be totally made-up. No one has experienced going to another planet, but there are plenty of stories about doing that very thing. Based on someone’s imagination.
My stories are about people who are somewhat like individuals I have known, but a lot more interesting. One of my characters could be based on someone who mostly just took care of life, doing the everyday things normal people do. But with just a little twist here and there, I turn him into an adventure seeking con-man, or maybe a dark foreboding detective. This seems to help me keep a consistent core established for the character, while they do things that the real person would not do. Maybe that is way too complicated, but it seems to work for me.
I’m currently writing in two different books; I do not recommend this –it is confusing and stupid. One of the characters is a familiar one, Vincent Malone. Malone’s character shares some traits with a person I knew when I was in the printing business. My business life has covered many industries, but one common factor always existed; there were people who thrived in whatever the business activity was by cutting corners; they were crooks. This was usually petty crime, mostly two-bit hustlers. Cheating customers or suppliers; and usually lying to everyone. I got to know one of these people when we joined forces for a short while. It was supposed to be for our mutual benefit, it did not turn out well.
What was odd about this unfortunate relationship was that I knew he was cheating me, but I still liked the guy. Most of us have known someone like that; you couldn’t trust him as far as you could throw him, but he was always fun to be around. Our business deal did not last long. Even though he did some things that were not honest, we parted friends.
Malone has lived a life with those types of relationships. People liked him and thought he was good at his job; but few trusted him. He left a trail with an ex-wife, an estranged brother, a long list of business colleagues he never contacts and many acquaintances, whose name he cannot remember. He’s a loner.
For my story Vincent needed to be this broken man. He travels to Santa Fe to escape life and wait for death but finds a whole new beginning and becomes a better person.
I don’t know what happened to my unreliable business associate, but I have a feeling it did not go well. He was no Vincent Malone.
The other book features a character who in the 1930s worked on a science project that discovered a drug to extend life. This happy occurrence was immediately followed by incredible tragedy. His name is Doctor Hightower. When I started writing this book, I had a complete mental image of who this person was but could never pin it down to one individual I had known. Then it occurred to me, the mental picture I had developed matched my older brother.
My older brother was a computer genius almost before there were computers. In the 1960s he was working on some of the largest and most secret computers in existence. At that time, he was a member of an exceedingly small group of people with experience with these revolutionary machines. He had a scientific mind and a charismatic personality. He was the perfect Doctor Hightower for my story.
My brother died some years ago, but I think he would appreciate the irony of Doctor Hightower and his adventures, including delving into murder cases with a very clever associate at his side. Lani Newcastle. My brother was a very smart man who knew he could do almost anything he wanted, very much like Doctor Hightower.
I’m increasingly worried that as I continue to write these two stories at once that somehow, I will get them confused and have Malone and Hightower teaming up to prevent some massive injustice that is about to occur. Now wait a minute, maybe there is something there. Nah, neither of them would be that sociable; better just let them have their own stories.




































