Top Ten most influences on why I’m screwed-up mess:
Pinocchio - The Disney film my mom took me to when I was 5. The scene of the boys smoking, turning into jackasses, instilled a fear of success.
Comic books - I was reading from the age of 5, and I advanced that skill thanks to used, discount comics my dad bought for me any time he had to run a route in Wichata Falls. Old grocery store there had piles of them.
Perry Mason - The television drama I watched with the family as a kid. Instilled in a belief of “innocent until proven guilty”. Plus, watching Mason cross-examine had subliminal effect latter in life when I did some pro se work. Too late in life to go to law school (we’ll see), but I know I was meant to be a lawyer. Siggggh.
Tarzan of the Apes - As a kid I wrote once to Johnny Wiesmiller asking for Boy’s loincloth.
Dr. Seuss - In elementary school one of our librarians would not allow me to check out books past my first grade level, and on those days the Dr. was as good a friend as there is, I guess.
Arthur Conan Doyle - Read the Sherlock Holmes stories in junior high school. None of the librarians there didn’t care what I checked out.
Edgar Rice Burroughs - Reading the actual Tarzan books about that same JHS period always made me wonder how those Tarzan movies had seemed so cool. The literary Tarzan was way better. (And oh how painful was it to watch “Grestoke, Lord of the Apes” fall apart in the second half. The first half was dead-on. And don’t get me started on the Disney version!)
Jonathan Swift/Daniel Defoe - What can I say, read a lot of books as a kid, and the “classics” these guys wrote that kids today struggle to understand I blew through with salivation.
James Jones - my first adult novel in high school. Mrs. Smith, my English teacher in Cleburne, Texas, had a wire rack stuffed with paperbacks like in a store in her classroom (an example I will follow now as a teacher). This inspired my first thoughts of actually becoming a writer some day.
Louis L’Amour - Okay, maybe not all that good a writer, but he kept my mind occupied, doing something after dropping out of high school. And there is a “will do” spirit that is the theme of all his books that can be an asset for anyone.
Stephen King/Harlan Ellison - Okay, both may be show-off writers, but they can spin a yarn.
Robert B. Parker - His Spenser series actually made me sit down and create my own PI - one that can’t cook for shit and thinks “Spenser” is misspelled. I just wasn’t quite there yet.
Elmore Leonard - A whole ‘nother world.
Jack Betz Smith - My dad. Told me late in his life how he’d written westerns while working a gas station right before WW II got started. Man, I do wish he had saved them. He didn’t say much, but was pretty cool when he did.
Hey, you think if there had only been ten I would be a little more focused in life?????