Lighter Than Air
My uncle, Joe Flynn, was a great storyteller, and he had many stories to tell. His life spanned nearly the entire 20th century. After Joe died, I realized that I was the keeper of these stories, that each was a chapter, and that once I had written them all down, I would be the author of an entertaining, thought-provoking, and frequently funny book.
Joe’s stories are laced with humor and human interest. He told tales of drunken sailors on tropical islands, a “small” explosion on a pier in New York, a rendezvous at “Black Watch Bridge” a boy who died, and a brother who didn’t, bookies, bootleggers, and a dog who followed the mailman on his route and returned home via trolley all by himself and wagging his tail.
Being a writer is who I am.
About Janice
My very first writing project was a play. It opened with a steady stream of passengers boarding an airplane bound for a ski resort in Idaho. I had no particular plan in mind for what would happen next. But what did I know about plotting or narrative tension? I was only eight years old. The play remains unfinished.