In my limited experience, people who come to the craft of writing do so via a myriad of strange ways. Moreover, very few people get there the same way. For me, it was a matter of stumbling clumsily into it because I had stories I wanted to tell and words come easily to me, except, of course, when I want to talk about myself.
But here we go. A little about me:
My name is Joseph Brassey, I go by Joe, and I’m one of the seven authors who co-wrote The Mongoliad. I’ve been telling stories since I was two years old, and writing them down since I was fourteen. When I’m not writing, I’m the domestic half of a happily married couple, keeping the house clean, the cats fed, the yard mowed and the food made. In addition to this, I’m an assistant instructor for a local Historical European Martial Arts group on the local military base.
Prior to this I’ve been a newspaper bundle carrier, worked in a plant pulling freshly painted house siding off a giant roaring machine, and stacked PVC piping in the parking lot of a massive factory who wouldn’t let me come inside to eat my lunch. I’ve worked at Subway, and served food and washed dishes in the kitchens of two hospitals. I also spent a summer working for cash-under-the-table at a gas station on the other side of the country. I grew up in suburban Massachusetts, then spent my teenage years learning to be a farm-boy in rural Washington.
All this has given me an interesting perspective on people, and one of the things it’s taught me is that intelligence is not itself a guarantee of intelligent action, and that there’s an appreciable distance between understanding the academic concept of a thing, and really grasping how its reality functions. This is true in Martial Arts, in fiction, and in history – which is is why that last one is full of wonderful examples of very smart people doing very foolish things with all the competence that might otherwise be expected of them. These two anecdotes tend to inform my work perhaps more than anything else, except perhaps my love of personal struggle and the wonderful and horrible things that happen when unfettered passion runs amok.
You’ll be seeing more of that from me in the coming year, along with more of my voice in this blog. That’s the thing about writers: They usually have something to say, and if given a place to make their voices heard, will gladly give you quite the ear-full of opinions unsolicited and otherwise.
Unless, of course, if you want them to talk about themselves.