Dave Meir Writes
I’ve wanted to create stories for as long as I can remember. In high school, I penned a column for the school newspaper; Back in the Woods With Dave Meir. But then graduation and . . . you know . . . life.
I became a fantasy writer. Not writing fantasies but fantasizing about writing. Author Dorothy Parker is often quoted as having said, “I hate writing, I love having written.” I struggled to make it to the “having written” part.
Now, in my sixties, I’m tied to the tracks with retirement bearing down like a hundred-ton locomotive. A close relative was just diagnosed with cancer. Another recently passed away from heart failure. In my 30’s there was no end in sight. And while I can’t see the end just yet, I can imagine it with greater clarity.
So now’s the time. I’ve always been a reader of mystery novels; Robert Parker, Lawrence Block, John MacDonald, Lee Child – but my writing mind doesn’t work that way. At least not anymore. The chaos of the Orange Oompa Loompa, and COVID, and January 6th made me realize we don’t need yet another writer spouting murder, mayhem, and madness.
We need to laugh more. We need more joy in our lives. We need an escape – every now and then – from reality. From the get-go I know I’ll not be for everyone. But I’m hoping there’ll be at least one of you with the same off-kilter, whacked-out, less than politically-correct sense of humor. I write for you.
If you smile while you’re here I’ve done my job. If you chuckle now and then . . . well . . . that is, in my book, the mound of whipped cream on the Kentucky Bourbon Chocolate Pecan pie.
Thanks for stopping by. Have a completely awesome day.