Thursday, November 1, 2018

Thankful Author 2018- Stephen B King



When I was invited to submit something to Thankful Author, I was stumped at first. I mean, of course I have a lot to be thankful for, health, a loving wife, children, a good job, and the ability (I hope) to tell stories that entertain. These things are no brainers, but I didn’t want to sound trite, even though I would be being sincere talking about them. But after thinking about this perplexing issue, the answer slowly appeared like a figure wearing white in the fog.

I’ve always been drawn to rock music (in my wild days I was a guitarist in a rock band) and a little while ago I went with a friend to see Fleetwood Mac in the worst possible weather. Here in Perth, Western Australia it rarely rains like it did that night, and our seats were in the open. Honestly I would have stayed drier in a bath; it belted down, non-stop for the two hours they were on stage. My all-time favourite female singer, Stevie Nicks told this amazing story about how when she was a student, singing in a pub band, and broke, made a pilgrimage across the country to be in a shop called the Velvet Underground, where she knew her idol, Joan Baez, bought her stage clothes. Standing in the shop, she had an epiphany, and it was as if Joan herself whispered in her ear. Stevie knew for a fact, that if she persisted she would make it in the music business. The rest is history. She finished by telling the audience, in the pouring rain, that no matter how many people tell you that you are too fat, thin, ugly, not pretty enough or just not good enough – never give up on your dreams.

All my life, I wanted to be a writer. But I grew up in the late sixties, when sex, drugs and rock and roll wasn’t a cliché, it was a way of life. I left school at fifteen and got into music. I wrote poems, won short story competitions, and wrote songs for people to sing……but I always wanted to write a book. I married, had children, and real life got in the way. That marriage ended, and I met the woman who has stuck with me all these years since and I adore as much today as ever. We had three children, making a total of five for me, and I love every one of them to bits. But writing that book? It was all too easy to find excuses not to I was too busy, etc, etc, etc.

Out of the blue, I heard a Leonard Cohen song (RIP), called Nevermind, and it was like a lightning bolt hit me, and suddenly I had an idea for a story that was screaming at me to write it. I told my wife, and a few days later, she, in conjunction with my children, bought me a laptop as a present and told me: no more excuses, write the book. So, I did. Eventually, after help from my eldest daughter, re-write after re-write, and much soul searching, I sent Forever Night out into the world of agents and publishers, and just shy of my sixtieth birthday, I signed a publishing contract.

So, why am I telling you all this? Well, suddenly, my children were incredibly proud of me. I realised that I had been a living lesson to them to never give up on following your dreams, just like Stevie Nicks. I cannot adequately describe in words (and I am an author remember) the feeling to know that my grown-up kids are proud of me.  I have a heck of a lot to be thankful for, as I now approach my tenth novel, but nothing so remarkable as that.

Never stop dreaming, never give up, and never let anyone tell you that you can’t do it.

Thank you for reading

Stephen B King


Blurb

Jenny is a lonely university lecturer who's consciousness has traveled back in time to her younger body to try to save the future of the world. A young microbiologist is going to release a genetically modified wheat that will mutate and ultimately destroy all plant life, leaving nothing but barren windswept dust bowls.

In the past, Jenny finds a love that has been missing from her life; the kind that comes just once in a lifetime. But Jenny can only stay in that time period for thirty-three days. Meanwhile, in the future, fearful Jenny will fail, plans are made to send another back in time-an assassin. How can she choose between saving the man she loves or saving the future?

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18 comments:

  1. Thanks so much, Angela for having me on your blog, I enjoyed relaying that story, and hope people get something out of it. We all have a lot to be thankful for

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    1. Hey Debby, thanks for taking the time to read it :)

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  3. A powerful and inspirational post, Stephen. Thanks so much for sharing.

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    1. Thank you so much, as an admirer of your work, I take that as very high praise in deed.

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  4. What a lovely inspirational story. I hope you have a warm, dry November. Best of luck with your book launch!

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    1. Thank you so much for saying so, and finding the time to drop by, Rhonda

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  5. And now I'm crying. That was beautiful. So glad you persisted!

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    1. Awwwww Jen *BIG HUG* Thank you, as always, for your support.

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  6. Great advice, Stephen. Thanks for reminding us of what's important in life.

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    1. Thanks you for stopping by to read, I appreciate it

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  7. Beautiful post!
    Thanks for hosting, Angela

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    1. Thank you Ruchira, I'm so pleased you enjoyed it

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  8. Great account of a pivotal moment in life. I think sometimes we tend to overlook those potential-filled moments, precisely because life's so busy beating us around the head. Thanks for the reminder!

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    1. Thank you Laura. Real life often gets in the way, causing us to be so busy looking at the trees, we don't see the wood.

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  9. How fortunate you are to have such a supportive wife and family. Best wishes for many more heartwarming memories and successful books. And most importantly, live your dreams and Dream on....

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  10. Write that book. I love the underlying message as current to go ahead and make it happen with or without the support of loved ones. True, sometimes the odds are stacked against us but we can weather the storms to live this dream. An inspiring post on writing.

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