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Composing short stories stemmed from my mother’s encouragement and love.
Thanks to my mother, I became an author!
My sister and only sibling, Keltie, died suddenly the week before Christmas. As a widow for seven years, our mother managed life in an assisted living facility in Nacogdoches, Texas. The next day I flew to Houston and rented a car for the 140-mile drive to her apartment. When I arrived at Mom’s front door, we met with a big hug. Frazzled emotions blurred our conversation for the next two days as we prepared for Keltie’s funeral in Houston.
Due to her congestive heart failure, Mom did not drive. For our trips that week to the funeral, Christmas Day with friends in another town, and other errands, I drove as she navigated. We traveled for 500 miles and talked about Mom’s activities, life with my wife, Dad, and Keltie’s unhealthy choices that led to her death. Not wanting our conversation to dwell on somber issues, I related some experiences to Mom.
Stories flowed from my memories. A repertoire of subjects popped into my brain from childhood to the present time. Each story breathed a happening into a conclusion in a few minutes. After each one Mom said, “Gee, Charles, that story was good. You ought to write it down!”
I replied, “Thanks, Mom.”
When I arrived home after the eventful week, I wrote down one hundred ideas for stories. They idled for a year and then the first short story, Eyes of a Leader, came to fruition. Its theme synopsized my intervention with a gang of men in a housing project while on an insurance appointment.
For four years, I sent short stories to my mother. Then Mom’s health declined rapidly. In six weeks, I traveled three times to see her as she transitioned from the apartment to the hospital and into hospice. Our final visit occurred ten days before she died.
After my last visit, the hospice nurses called my cell phone daily and we talked. For our calls, I talked most, and Mom said a few words. In our final call she said nothing and listened while the nurse held the cell phone to her ear. In praying for words I said, “I know you’re worried about me and if you let go and let God, you’ll be able to see everything I’m doing. I promise to finish my book and become a writer. I love you, Mom.”
I began to weep, and the nurse came back on the phone and said, “Mr. Charles, it’s amazing what love can do. Her blood pressure just went up!”
Mom died the next afternoon.
As a blessed son, I became an author. Gradually my non-fiction short story writing developed from rabbit-trail copy into riveting life lessons. In fifteen years, I crafted four hundred stories. Story format concluded with title, subtitle, body copy, Bible address and things to ponder. At the end of each story the purpose stated: to encourage, empower, build, inspire, entertain, and give opportunities to laugh, smile and things to ponder.
Christian authors advised changes to format and critiques from Word Weavers members improved the conciseness. When the word flow continuously ran slow or orated like a preacher, I nixed the story. For story ideas and changes, God spoke to me through Christian radio, conversations, and prayer. The Lord’s wisdom invoked the stories needed to be free from self-promotion, twinges of revenge, innuendos, erotica and foul language. Especially when children read them, parents were not embarrassed.
My mother inspired me to become an author when she suggested, “Write it down!”
Charles Castle is a member of Word Weavers Pikes Peak.