steve in hollywood

I really don’t know how this happened. It has been kind of a gradual stalking of my life, where writing has been loping along silently next to me behind the trees, or hidden in a dark alley as I walked by. I knew it was there, but I didn’t realize it was going to pounce.

The Good Old Days

Back before there was this thing called “The Internet”, I would use my computer, connected to a phone line to dial up another computer and talk. This computer hosted a BBS, or Bulletin Board System. You logged on with your cool computer alias, (I’ve had many, starting with “The Weasel” at about 15, then going to “Lone Knight”, “Max Sterling”, “Stephanos”, and recently “Steve Racer.” ) I was addicted to these things; feeling obligated to respond to every single topic (even if it had nothing to do with me or I had nothing constructive to add) and soon became the #1 poster on many of these boards.

Back then the really annoying speak, AOL or Myspace talk, or however you call it, was not as prevalent. We did not compose messages like “r u at hom? wat u doin?” There were a few bad spellers, sure, but we made the attempt. Regardless, I didn’t realize it, but I was writing a lot of words.

College comes along

Then there was college. I loved college because I could schedule my classes when I wanted, which mean after 11 am because I am a night owl. The transition was wonderful from not sleeping enough to sleeping in. Regardless, in college you are required to write. We had something like two or even three required writing courses! Oh, the humanity!

Anyway, so I wrote stuff for my classes, and learned MLA style notation, which apparently you only use in college. I also discovered the Internet (hey, I’m like Columbus!) George Mason University gave us a web page on the college server – so I eventually whipped up the ugliest mess of graphics and text you could imagine. However, this being 1994, it fit right in. I put a few things on my web site, started telling stories.

Working man

“They call me the working man, I guess that’s what I am.” – Rush

Not long after I graduated I decided working a real job sucked so I became a teacher.  

And then, the rest of my blog disappeared

I dunno what happened but the document I sent myself only had half of this blog. So, here’s the rest:

Then I moved to LA and I met people who found out I could write and asked me to write scripts and even paid me so I guess now I’m a real writer. The end.

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