Lately, I keep imagining my 20-year-old self meeting my current self.

That kid had to take a remedial reading class in college because reading was difficult for him. In that class, he was assigned to read Richard Bach’s Illusions. One of my most vivid memories of that young man is him thinking, “I wonder if there are other books that can do this to my head?”

Turns out, there are many books like that, and he read a lot of them.

As he and I talk, I can see his bewildered face. In no reality that insecure kid who struggled through school could conceive would he ever have imagined he’d not only become a writer and playwright, but someone who was causing people to ask the question, “I wonder if there are other books that can do this to my head?”

What that young man wouldn’t see is the path it took to get here. The time between being that 20-year-old kid and who I am today has been a long, strange trip.

It took 15 years of work to complete The Infinite Jeff series. Those years were filled with anxiety and self-doubt as I berated myself for not writing. I cannot make myself write. When I want to write, I can’t not write. (Double negative for emphasis.) The rest of the time? Hold a gun to my head—I still wouldn’t do it. The question, “How’s Part 4 going?” became part of my existential dread.

That 20-year-old kid wouldn’t know what that was like. He’d look at me with glowing eyes of awe and not realize there’s still a lot of him in the current me. I’ve grown and changed, but he’s still alive and well inside of me.

Everything that was wrong with that kid, everything that was right with that kid, and the way he reacted to random events—that’s what led to the life and mind that created The Infinite Jeff, Clinically Un-Depressed, The Puzzler, and all my other writing.

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