By Shelley Munro On May 29 2011, 9:00 am
Remember the carefree days of childhood? The days when we didn’t have to do anything more than play and maybe tidy our bedrooms when our parents shouted at us? The days when we could pretend to do anything and be anyone?
My love affair with books started as a child. I always had my nose in a book, and they helped fuel my dreams. At first I decided I’d ride horses for a living and enter show jumping competitions. (My pony book phase)
Next, I thought I might be a vet. This came from reading James Herriot and Gerald Durrell books. My mother pointed out that a vet had to study even longer than a doctor. No, that didn’t bother me. Seven years? No problem! When that didn’t change my mind, my mother casually mentioned operations and blood. Eek! That changed my mind quick-smart. There’s a reason I’ve never tried writing a vampire book and resisted reading them for the longest time. I get a little squeamish when it comes to blood.
In my early teens, I started reading romances, and this started off my desire to travel. I wanted to see all these places I was reading about in person. Could I train as an air hostess? (Their official title at the time). My grandfather informed me they served a lot of coffee and had to put up with some very rude people. All true. I’ve witnessed the way some passengers carry on during a flight.
My mother was a teacher, and I actually applied to attend teacher training college. They rejected my application, and I ended up getting a job at my local bank. I don’t know where this came from since I certainly hadn’t read any books about bank tellers. Instead of reapplying to be a teacher, I decided I wanted to be an accountant and that’s what I did until I married and my husband and I headed overseas on a working holiday.
In between I’ve picked grapes, stocked supermarket shelves, worked in KFC and worked in pubs as a bartender and a pub cook.
These days, I’m a writer. Writing is the perfect job for me. I can indulge my imagination and be anyone I want through my characters. As I said, perfect!
Like me, Adam, one of the heroes in Seeking Kokopelli dreamed of the future and what he wanted to be when he grew up. At one stage he was a bull rider.
“I used to ride the horses when I was younger and stupid,” J.T. commented.
Morgan smirked. “You’re still stupid.”
J.T. lifted a finger in a rude salute while the rest of the band chortled.
Adam grinned openly. “I used to ride bulls. I was also younger. Never stupid, though. I stopped riding, didn’t I?”
“Did you fall on your head?” Keith asked.
“Broke my leg,” Adam said. “That was when the stupid part of me escaped, and I concentrated on guitar and started writing songs. And I met Cade, who talked me into joining his band.”
He decided the life of a cowboy was a tough one and gave it up to join a band called Stampede. This was a change from the path his family chose for him. One person in each generation of Adam’s family is Kokopelli, a fertility god. The responsibility first fell on Adam before his older brother inherited the honor. Now Adam is a successful musician.
Both Adam and I ended up traveling a different path than the one we thought. I have to say it’s difficult to choose a path at the age most of us are expected to decide on our future. I wasn’t aware of many of the different opportunities at the time, despite career guidance counselors etc. If I had my time over, I’d go into the travel industry. Maybe as a travel agent or tour guide.
What did you want to be when you were a child? What would you choose as a career if you had your time over?
Shelley Munro lives in New Zealand and writes hot and spicy romance for Samhain Publishing. Her recent release, Seeking Kokopelli is available in both print and ebook formats. Her next release, Lone Wolf is due out on 23 Aug. You can visit Shelley and learn more about her books at www.shelleymunro.com