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Topic #388
What is your author origin story? (Or make one up.)
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Forged in the fires of Mount Doom…
Well, actually, my origins are a lot more benign than that. Although my start is tied to Tolkien, I cannot, with a straight face, say the man spawned me. However, I do cite him as the source of my writing proclivities. The rest of me went through some heavy influence by the geek strata of media in the late 1970s and the 1980s, most especially Henson Productions.
Was I bit by a spider? Again, no. It felt like that when I realized that I somehow started watching X-Men in the early 1990s, however, instead of the late 1980s. I will never recover or agree to this, regardless of what the internet states. Let’s just chalk that up to the Mandela Effect. I remember being much younger than almost graduating high school, watching that after school. For perspective, this was the same year that Batman the Animated Series came out–the series that I watched religiously because of the Joker and Harley, and had already watched the heck out of whatever X-Men series my memory has in it by then. It could not possibly be… If it were, then X-Men was not out until after Batman by about a month. Weird!

So, how can I trust my memory at all anymore? I’d rather not trust this timeline, to be honest. Maybe something wild has occurred, like the Hadron Collider and its portal. I guess this is why I started writing things down. Now, how can I tell that the events in my books weren’t real events that no one remembers anymore? What if Trailokya is the real way of the world?
Perhaps, in light of all of that, my origin story is still evolving. A powerful psychic, like Jean Gray, whose memories are fighting to return despite a cataclysmic event–perhaps alien caused–and trying to set things right again.
Or, could my personal timeline just be mixed up somehow–memory is inexact. Hear me out, though. A pilot in 1989 aired which, I suppose, could have been broken into pieces to air in a series on kid primetime after its initial run. Perhaps. At least I can be absolutely certain of Tolkien and when I read him (in utero for the first time and college for the next). Stay tuned.
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Memories are inexact. I remember clearly things my husband doesn’t, and vice-versa. that doesn’t mean either of us are wrong.
Memory is such an unreliable beast, you think you have it all organised and…, WHAM!
It’s so true!
LOL! Love this post. And any of all these seem plausible to me. @samanthabwriter from
Balancing Act
As a young teenager I would have swapped Tolkien for John Steinbeck… I remember being enthralled by ‘The Grapes of Wrath’ at an early age.