Quite often in interviews I get asked about the moment I decided to become a writer and I always get stumped because I can't remember a precise moment when it hit me out of the sky: I WANT TO BECOME A WRITER. And then it did hit me. Not out of sky, but out of my brain. I guess it's been sitting there all along and decided to show up suddenly. So I'll use this post in the future to refer people to when they ask me this question.
And that moment was...while sitting in the movie theater at SIFF 2005 after having just watched the movie Parsley Days. But I'm jumping ahead. Let me give you a rundown off all moments that could be it and weren't it and instead were lost opportunities but that in the end contributed to the moment when it finally happened.
I'm 1. Or maybe 2. This is not my memory. My mother told me about this. My father is a writer. And he types on the portable typewriter and when he is not typing I like to come up to it and to bang on the keys to make that distinct clicking noise. Well, my father doesn't like me touching his typewriter and so he uses my forays to it as disciplining sessions. He tells me no. I apparently don't get it. So he waits until I touch the typewriter and slaps me on the hand. Repeatedly. My mom says I cried and stubbornly did it again and again. I guess I was irresistibly attracted to it? Or maybe I was showing my father that I was stubborn and he couldn't win? I don't know. Nobody told me I could be a writer. Least of all people my father. He liked disciplining me, though. Opportunity number 1 missed.
Moment 2. [read on]