Susan Fletcher
Susan Fletcher
Susan Fletcher
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Susan Fletcher
Sometimes, when I'm speaking at a school or conference and someone has to introduce me, that person feels obligated to try to find something interesting to say about me. "Do you have any hobbies?" she asks.
"Um, I like to ride my bicycle," I say.
"Have you ever lived in exotic places?" she asks.
And it's true that even nowadays I occasionally do something unusual or interesting. I have to, so I can find out what I need in order to write my books. To that end, I've ridden in a glider, on a camel, on a donkey, and in the locomotive of a train. I've poked around in a lava tube, in a sea cave, and in a cavern with stalactites and stalagmites. I've chopped up food for falcons, been slimed by a slug, and traveled across the desert in Iran. You can see pictures of some of these things on the "Adventures" section of this site.
But to me, the most interesting part of my life (besides my family and friends) is what's happening in my imagination. If you want to find out more about this, you could read my books and the "Books" part of this website.
When I was a kid, I liked to explore alone in the woods behind our house. I did this for hours. Really. Hours and hours, all alone. Things were safer back then, and my mom didn't worry about me at all. Usually I didn't do anything exciting, just sort of wandered around and looked at stuff and daydreamed.
These days, I love to get up early in the morning--before the cat starts whining to be fed; before the phone begins to ring; before the cars, busses, leaf blowers, radios, airplanes, and garbage trucks begin to grind out noise. I don't check email, not yet. I turn on my old laptop, wrap myself in a blanket, and listen to the rain tapping on the skylight. (This is Oregon. There's almost always rain.) In a while, if I'm lucky, words and pictures form in my mind. It's as if my imagination needs room to breathe.
I've heard there is an old Chinese curse that goes like this: "May you live in interesting times." The reason it's a curse is that it's truly not such a bad thing to have a boring life. Boring on the outside, that is. For writers-and readers, too--there's always something interesting going on inside.
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