The Pyrenees---Southern France

The Pyrenees---Southern France

Saturday, June 15, 2019

Happy Father's Day... and the Father I Might Kill

When I was a kid, fathers weren't as hands-on as they are now. I don't know, but I imagine my dad didn't change a lot of diapers. His job was to bring home the bacon... and the ground beef that got mixed with lots of spaghetti and stretched thin.

My dad was a great parent. Was he a bit inflexible? Yes. Was he too conservative for my tastes? Yes. Did he sometimes get too loud and blustery? Yes. However, he put up with my shenanigans along with my brother's, was a master BBQer and loved a cocktail every evening before dinner.

My father (and mother) chose me--I'm adopted. However as a writer, I chose the characteristics as I create fictional characters. 

How will they end up when the story is finished? It is up to me...

Please check out my post on The Muffin. In it, I share a little about my WIP... and a little about the father I might be killing.