About

So, who is this guy…?

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I am Dalfonzo Williams and I love stories.  Listening to stories and making up my own has been an important part of my life for as long as I can remember.  One of my favorite early school memories is when the principle of my elementary school used to let me read short stories that I had written over the loudspeakers during morning announcements.   I always had little notebooks that I filled with my little Indiana Jones-like adventures and gritty (for a fourth grader, anyway) war stories.

By the time I hit junior high, I was making a stray dollar here and there constructing love letters for guys that had it bad for a girl but were too scared to talk for themselves.  I also gave sappy love stories that I wrote to girls that I was too shy to approach for myself.  I don’t know if my matchmaking efforts ever lead to any marriages, but I know my stories definitely didn’t help me in the young romance department.  My one shining moment from that stage in my writing career, though, was the day I made a cheerleader cry in the back of French 101.  I passed her my notebook and asked her to read my latest story.  It was a particularly maudlin tearjerker on unrequited love.  She broke down into tears- the sloppy, snot-everywhere kind.  The teacher questioned the emotional outburst but seemed proud that a student of hers would be moved so profoundly by a rousing verb conjugation.  The only other time I ever got a reaction close to that from a cheerleader was the time I accidentally stepped on one of their feet while running onto the football field.

Fast forward a few years, and I go to college, drop out of college (I was the kind of student that knew where every frat house was, but somehow forgot where any of my classes were), and start working as any respectable drop out should.  Twenty years later I am the husband to a beautiful wife and father of an amazing son.  I love my job working with people with intellectual disabilities.  However, somewhere along the way, I managed to stop doing the one thing that I loved doing the most: telling stories.  Oh, they were still there, milling around in my head, and occasionally even getting jotted down on bits of paper once in a while.  But I had gotten out of the practice of really writing them, and just as important, sharing them.  And I missed it every single day.

Finally I got off of my ass, decided I was going to make the time to do this thing that I never should have stopped doing in the first place, and I was going to write again.  I signed up for a free writing workshop at my local library, joined a great writing club, and wrote the Next Great American Novel.  Okay, maybe not (not yet, anyway) but I did start writing.  It wasn’t easy, I stumbled more often than I ran, but I did it, and I’ve been writing almost every day since. I am currently in the process of the final draft of my first novel, a paranormal thriller titled Sugar Spring.  With a little luck, fingers crossed and query letters stamped, I hope to get it published and out into the world soon.

On this blog, I want to discuss the authors, musicians, and people that inspire me to write stories.  I also will give updates on my own personal writing with Sugar Spring, and future writing projects.  I also will share short stories and any other writerly stuff I am trying my hand at along the way.  All of the stories shown on the blog are written by me unless otherwise noted.

Thanks for stopping by and hope you enjoy!

 

 

 

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