Sunday, March 22, 2015

Earl Staggs Loves His Two Perfect Jobs

Writer Friends…

It's impossible to say why we like one writer more than others. Or prefer one style of writing more than the rest.

Kinda like when we're drawn to one person in a crowd.

The big guy who sat beside me at an MWA Board meeting and told me about how he just had to put down his cat. Then became my friend for life.

The quiet woman in Lewis Frumkes' Writing Center at Marymount Manhattan, now, many years later, my first reader.

The generous winner of 32 Emmys and many top writing awards - one of the most generous souls on the planet!

I don't recall when or how I first noticed our guest for today - it may have been on a blog, or a mention by a kind friend. Or reading his novel about a former FBI profiler. Or his high-octane thriller about Tall Chambers.

When you read his simple but deep words here today, I think you'll fall under the spell of one of the nicest guys on our planet too.

Please welcome—again—Earl Staggs…

T. J. Straw




I’ve heard it said that if you’re doing something you enjoy, it’s not work. I’ll attest to that because I have two jobs I dearly love.

Bear with me a minute while I tell you how it came about.

I’ve worked since I was fifteen. That’s how old you had to be to get a work permit for an after-school job in Baltimore. My first job was in a men’s secondhand clothing store. My chores were simple: restack pants on the right tables and return jackets and suits to their racks after browsers finished with them, and sweep floors. The owner even paid me extra to meet his daughter after night school and walk her home through the tough neighborhood. I made enough to buy cigarettes, clothes with an employee’s discount and Clearasil for occasional acne breakouts.

Later, while still in high school, I had similar jobs in a five and ten, a women’s clothing store (where I did not buy any clothes), and an Army surplus store. That kept me busy and out of major trouble until I graduated and went in a new direction: office work.

I worked for a couple years in a building contractor’s office followed by a long stint in several departments of the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad. At the B&O, I crawled up the ladder to Office Manager and met a beautiful coworker named Carol.

Eventually, Carol and I married, and I left the confines of inside office work for outside sales, first in business forms, then insurance, along with jobs in a large bank and a national trade association. I even spent time as an independent business consultant.

During that time, Carol and I concentrated heavily on our most important job, which was raising two beautiful daughters and spoiling four beautiful grandchildren.

You may be wondering why I’m telling you all that boring personal history. Simple. I wanted to impress you with the fact that I’ve held a number of jobs. Some I liked and some I stayed with only because I needed a pay check.

And then it was time to retire. I thought it was time to take life easy. Maybe take up golf or gardening. Little did I know that, before long, I would have two new jobs, both of which I dearly loved. Besides that, I didn’t like golf or gardening.

I decided to try something I’d always wanted to do… well, ever since my high school English teacher said I had a natural talent for writing. I decided to try my hand at writing fiction.

I call writing a job because it involves hard work. Ask any writer.

To begin, I signed up for a writing class at the community college. The class happened to be about writing short mystery stories. It was a natural fit since mystery had always been my favorite genre for reading and for movies and TV shows. By the end of the class, I had written a short story called “The Missing Sniper” involving a psychic private eye and, of course, a murder. It took a while to get it published in a magazine. (Actually, it appeared in two magazines simultaneously, but how that happened is a whole ’nuther long story.)

The response to the story was so positive and encouraging, I wrote a mystery novel featuring the same protagonist and called it MEMORY OF A MURDER. Over the next few years, more of my short stories found publication as well as another novel titled JUSTIFIED ACTION, which I called a Mystery/Thriller. I also published a collection of my stories called, of all things, SHORT STORIES OF EARL STAGGS.

I love my writing job. I love the part where I stare at a blank screen and accept the challenge of sprinkling a lot of words all over it in such a way that a good story is told. Someone once said it’s 10% writing and 90% rewriting. I believe that. Rewriting is taking what seemed like a good idea but turned into a hodge podge of words in need of rearrangement, replacement, and refinement. It can take hours, days or longer.

Finally, the right words are in the right place, the story works, and it was worth all the hard work. Validation that you’ve met the challenge comes when someone agrees to publish it. That’s the part I love best.

After that happens a few times, you can say you’re a writer. You may not say it aloud and you may not say it to anyone else. It may only be a silent feeling somewhere inside. But, for sure, you’re a writer, Once you reach that point, you will always be a writer because you can’t not write. The challenge is irresistible.

Earl the Writer
I was only a year into retirement and struggling to become a writer, however, when I realized something. Writing is a solitary, inside job. When I left inside jobs to be a salesman, I found I enjoyed being out and about in the big old world and spending time with other members of the human race. It also dawned on me that if you don’t have to get up in the morning, go somewhere and do something, you can get old. I didn’t want to get old. There was too much I still wanted to do.

So, I decided to get another job. I didn’t want a full-time job because that would cut into my writing time. I wanted something part-time, not hard or too demanding, but a job that got me out of the house and gave me access and interaction with other people. Maybe I could stand in the doorway of Walmart and say, “Welcome to Walmart. Do you want a cart?” That was one avenue I considered in my search.

Then, purely by chance, I came up with the perfect second job. I found in my yard a flier from the local school district. They were hiring school bus drivers. I’d never considered anything like that, but I was curious and called them. I went for an appointment and was hired the same day.

Driving a school bus would entail working a couple hours in the morning to get the kids to school and a couple in the afternoon to get them home again. In between, there would be about six hours of free time. Time I could spend writing. Perfect!

It took a while to get started. You have to study a manual about the size of the Dallas phone directory and take a test to get a Commercial Drivers License. Then you have to actually learn how to drive a bus. You have to get used to operating a vehicle as big as three cars with a dashboard having as many buttons and switches as a small airplane. You not only have to drive and use all those buttons and switches, but you have to keep an eye on fifty kids behind you. If they’re not sitting down or are making too much noise, you have to remind them they must remain seated while the bus is in motion and to use their inside voice. Five minutes later, you have to remind them again. Kids will be kids, you know.

In spite of that, once I started, I loved it. It helps that I like kids. Most of them.

My kids range from kindergarten to eighth grade and while spending time with them in the morning and again in the afternoon, I get to know them. Occasionally, some will misbehave. I even have fun with the discipline. Once I told them, “If you don’t behave, I’ll have to kill you. I don’t mind going back to jail. Some of my best friends are there.” They know I’m a kidder and they laughed, but they got the message. I enjoy seeing them every day and watching them grow. The kindergartners and first graders are the most lovable. I get plenty of smiles and hugs from them.

I also get to know their parents and teachers. Oddly enough, in conversation with them, the fact that I’m a writer always seems to pop out. Once a salesman, always a salesman, I suppose. Many of the teachers and parents have bought my books and frequently ask when the next one will come out.

Earl the Bus Driver
Now that you’ve read all the way to here, you know how I came to have my two jobs. You’re now invited to visit my website at http://earlwstaggs.wordpress.com where you can:

Read Chapter One of MEMORY OF A MURDER
Read Chapter One of JUSTIFIED ACTION
Read THE DAY I ALMOST BECAME A GREAT WRITER which some say is the funniest short story I’ve ever written
Read WHITE HATS AND HAPPY TRAILS about the day I spent with a boyhood idol, Roy Rogers.
and more.

I know some people with jobs they love, but I don’t know anyone with two of them. I think I’m a lucky guy to have two that go together like Holmes and Watson, Castle and Beckett, peanut butter and jelly.

What do you think?

© 2015 Earl Staggs

29 comments:

  1. You always make me feel I'm a better person! I too need to be with people - live ones, not just on paper - and use my non-writing time to counsel people about what they want to do with their lives! Thelma

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  2. You, Earl Staggs, are always an inspiration to me. And I thank you. Keep writing my friend, and I'll keep reading whatever you give us.

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  3. Just delightful! I am way too close to being a hermit. It is just not a good idea for me to live too long without getting out into the world. That’s another reason I love my other job, which is a compliance/editing role at a financial firm. It works the mind, get to be with interesting, friendly folks, and experience the thrill I still get when traveling through New York City bustle. So, on good writing days, I have two jobs I love. On days when I doubt my skills, or when I realize I’ve got the wrong killer, or the plot has a big hole, well…

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  4. Sounds like we're both people people, Thelma. Thanks for inviting me to visit here. It's always a pleasure. Earl

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  5. Kaye, Darlin', you are an inspiration to me. Trust me, I'll keep writing as long as someone wants to read it. All the best! Earl

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  6. I know that feeling, Sheila, on those days when you doubt your skills. But, oh, what a thrill when you stick with it till everything works. That's the challenge and being able to lick it makes it all worth it

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  7. I said in a review of your short story collection (http://kevintipplescorner.blogspot.com/search?q=the+short+stories+of+earl+staggs) that you consistently deliver the goods, Earl. You deliver in articles like this one, too.

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  8. Earl, so nice to see the great new photos and read your snappy words again. Hope life brings you and Carol the best! Keep writing,
    Carolyn

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    1. Always great to hear from you, Carolyn. Take good care of you and give my best to my pal Lilburn. Earl

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  9. Way to Go Uncle Earl. You make me proud to be a Staggs!!

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    1. Thank you, Dee. Your Uncle Earl is a rara avis and a man you can be very proud of all the rest of your life! Thelma Straw

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    2. Hi there, Dee! Wonderful to see your name. I hope you're well and all is good with you. Uncle Earl

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  10. I agree with Kaye Barley--you, Earl, always make me smile. Love your writing--and love you! Keep up the good work.

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    1. Sylvia, I always smile at pretty girls like you and Kaye. C'mon down! Your room is ready,

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  11. What fun to read about your two jobs that you love, Earl. Now I know why you're always smiling. Keep having fun with your life, and especially, keep writing.

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    1. Like I always say, Jan, if you can't have fun, stay on the porch. Best to you, dear friend.

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  12. Earl, I rode a school bus all the way through my school years (I lived in rural Washington State) and had the same bus driver for years and years. I can't remember his name right now, but I remember his face and I remember that he was a really swell guy. I loved reading about how happy you are driving those kids back and forth!! And it is an important JOB! Love this post! Brought back memories and now I wonder what my old bus driver did on his time off between the runs! Thanks Earl, and thank you Thelma!

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    1. Margaret, all of us who drive - at least all of them I know - take our job and our responsibility seriously. It's a point of pride that we get our kids to school and back home safely. Our reward is a "Thank You" and an occasional hug. Add a bag of cookies from a parent once in a while, and it doesn't get much better.

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  13. Hey, Barry! You deliver the goods too, pardner, in some of the best reviews I've read. Thanks for stopping by and leaving the kind words.

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  14. Thanks for dropping by, all of you....I never rode a school bus as a child - but I spent umpteen hours at various schools as a faculty chaperone for teenagers on a bus! This is good training for an entry level job as a police officer or or a prison guard! Taking teen age girls to dances or games at the boys' school was enlightening - and chaperoning sophisticated Manhattan teens with loaded wallets to wash, D.C. was training for sainthood! Thelma.

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  15. Terrific approach to retirement. Keep going on the road you choose!

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    1. Georgia, what I do beats sitting home and getting old. Thanks for coming by.

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  16. Earl, you have my endless admiration! I taught special education in an alternative high school for years, and the people I felt were the real heros were the bus drivers. I had my commercial drivers license, but I never told the administrators. (I never admitted I was certified to teach middle school, either.)

    Sounds like you have found a great balance for both your sanity and your writing!

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    1. Thank you, KM. I have great admiration for special ed teachers. I drove a special ed bus for a while, and what those people do incredible. I do have a great balance for my writing, but sanity? The jury's out on that.

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  17. Earl, I thoroughly enjoyed your post. You have the perfect job for getting out to meet the people and being able to write. What a charming piece. I plan to visit your website. Thanks Thelma for inviting Earl.
    Barbara Bent

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    1. You're right, Barbara. It's perfect in another way, too. In the insurance business, I'd go home at night with a pile of paperwork to do and phone calls to make. Now, at the end of the day, I shut down the bus, walk away, and forget about it till the next day. Thanks for coming by, and I hope you liked my website.

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  18. Barbara, thanks for coming here. Yes, Earl writes and is a charmer! We wish he lived closer than Texas!!!! tjstraw

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  19. Thanks a ton, Thelma, for letting me take up space here. It was great fun, and I hope we can do it again some time.

    By the way, pack a bag and be ready. I'm working on a plan to kidnap you and bring you to Texas.

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  20. Good night, Miss Agnes, and law's a mercy, Mr. Staggs, as they say in the hills of Tennessee, where I spent many happy days.... tjs

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