MAYBE ONE DAY I WILL WRITE A NOVEL THAT IS MEMOIR-ISH ABOUT GROWING UP.
HERE ARE SOME NOTES FROM ONE CHILDHOOD MEMORY. IF YOU ALSO WOULD LIKE TO SHARE YOURS, PLEASE DO. And considering I have written two soft, science fiction novels -- this would be a stretch for me to ground a book in the all-too-real world. I think I will try to develop the "memoir" and sci fi book at the same time. Some notes by Dwight Okita I remember when I was little my father carrying me to bed. After I had fallen asleep in front of the TV. After it was late, too late for a boy like me to be awake. He carried me gently in his arms, climbing up the stairs toward my room, carefully laying me down in my small bed so as not to wake me, pulling the covers over me, tucking me in. I loved that. The whole ceremony of it. It was a ceremony that whispered to me: "This is my father and he will always take care of me. I am loved and I am safe. And also that I should go to sleep and not wake up in the middle of the night and start exploring the whole darned house.&q