This post brings a little something different to splattworks: a guest post by novelist
He tells a good story: that of a writer discovering the craft a little later
than many of us (who began producing chapbooks in crayon); and he set his goal,
stuck to it, followed the recommended steps…and it paid off. Imajin Books published his
novel Dead Man's Hand in 2012. Luke Murphy (right)
I felt Luke’s story fit well with one of splattwork’s missions—to serve authors and to discuss the trade—as it to serves as kind of a tonic for the many writers, slogging along, who wonder if the work will ever pay off. And it’s also kind of hair-raiser, dealing with one of those low points in life where the clouds look pretty dark. But
Luke tells it better than I do; so
I need to hand him the wheel.. I’m publishing Luke’s
piece in two parts, to give him room to lay it out. Thanks, Luke, for the kind offer to step in and for putting up with me as an editor.
lives in Mr. Murphy , with his wife, three
daughters, and a pug. He played six years of professional hockey before retiring
in 2006. Since then, he’s worked a range of communications jobs, from sports
columnist to radio journalist, before earning his Bachelor of Education degree
(Magna Cum Laude). Shawville,
For more information on
and his work, go to: www.authorlukemurphy.com, or check
him out on Facebook www.facebook.com/#!/AuthorLukeMurphy
or Twitter www.twitter.com/#!/AuthorLMurphy
From Professional Hockey Player to Published Novelist, Part I
It can almost be said with certainty that I didn’t follow the path of the average writer. As a child, I never dreamed of writing a best-seller, never aspired to write the next classic novel, I wanted to be an NHL superstar…period. In fact, the only time I ever thought about writing was when my teachers at school made me.
In 2000, my second year of pro hockey, after a decent training camp with the Louisville Panthers of the American Hockey League, I was sent to play in
Oklahoma City. I know, hockey in Oklahoma, who would have
I was having a very good preseason when in the third exhibition game, disaster struck.
I was forechecking on a Tulsa Oiler defensemen, a seemingly innocent play. As he shot the puck out of his end, the blade of his stick came up from the follow-through and struck me in the left eye. I went down immediately from the contact. I don’t know how long I was out for, but when I came to, I was on all fours, staring down at a massive puddle of blood. There was no pain, but the shock of seeing the blood with my right eye, and unable to see out of my left, drew me close to panic. I was terrified.
I later found out that the results of the injuries were: a broken nose, slit eyelid, scratched cornea and deeply bruise cheekbone. I went through surgery and was sent home with a patch on my eye.
I was unable to practice or workout with my team, uncertain of my future, but all I could think about was, “will I ever be able to see out of my left eye again?” The doctors had no way of knowing until the swelling went down and the outside of my eye healed up. I was devastated, my dreams shattered, and I was at one of the lowest point in my life.
The team sent me to live with a longtime season-ticket holder and friend. So as I was sitting at home, feeling sorry for myself, I decided that I would need an alternate plan. What if my eye never healed properly? I would certainly never play pro hockey again, that’s for sure. I needed to think of what to do next with my life, in case the worst scenario transpired.
It sucked!! I hated the uncertainty. I hated not knowing if I’d ever see again, or ever play hockey again.
So what to do? Because I was working with only one eye, it gave me headaches to watch TV or read books for extended periods of time.
I had just started seeing a girl from back home that summer. She was attending
in Montreal while I was in Oklahoma, so we communicated by phone and
email. My girlfriend knew that I was an avid reader and loved books, so she
asked me if I was interested in helping her write a short story for her English
class. Since I had nothing else to do and a lot of time on my hands, I agreed.
I really enjoyed the process: coming up with a plot, developing characters and organizing a setting, problem and conclusion. It only lasted a couple of weeks, and once we were done, I kind of missed inventing, creating my own little world and characters.
I remember walking to my bedroom one morning and seeing my roommate’s laptop sitting on the desk, and I thought…why not?
To be continued….
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