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When I asked, "What is the craziest thing you have ever done?" I got a huge response from writers, homemakers, musicians, ex-pats---pretty much you name it! Today, meet Darren R. Leo, an amazing writer, adventurer, and pirate. I'm a Writer by Darren R. Leo The craziest thing I’ve ever done…this is a challenge for me because I’m actually crazy, as in I’ve been locked up in the nuthouse, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest crazy. Don’t worry. I took my meds today. Since mental illness isn’t very entertaining, I’ll cast my line elsewhere. I have streaked through a Vegas casino. I joined the army because my truck broke down, and there was a recruiting office across the street. I’ve skydived, rock climbed, cliff jumped, and climbed a bunch of mountains. I did stupid tricks in the town square of Jackson, WY just to see how much money people would give me. I was in an all out, chair throwing, Patrick Swayze in Roadhouse bar fight in Panama City, FL. Most of those were in my younger days, but I loaded a pack and hiked the Appalachian Trail when I was forty five. My far better half is pretty sure there is a perpetual eight year old trapped inside of me. I think the craziest thing I’ve done though is become a writer. I had a very successful career in the hotel industry for many years. They gave me awards, lofty job titles, and they paid me really well. I never liked my career, but I did like the paychecks. After my very long walk on the AT, I came home, applied to grad school, and started writing a book. I tried returning to the world of wearing a tie. It resulted in another trip to the loony bin. I crossed some Rubicon along the way, and there was no going back. So, I’m Darren, purveyor of words. I no longer have a gold card, but I also never wear a tie. That book I started became The Trees Beneath Us, and I was fortunate enough to sell it to Stark House Press. It is being released at the end of June, and I’m wicked excited. It is the story of a man struggling with grief and pondering suicide while hiking the Appalachian Trail. They say, “write what you know,” right? Despite the weighty subject matter, it is at heart a road trip book, and I think it is downright funny…but I’m crazy so my opinion is always suspect. Mental illness is a very serious matter. I mock it because it is my way of confronting and coping with my illness. I’m Darren, and I’m a crazy writer.
We ALL have a little crazy in us, so I ask: What's the craziest thing you have ever done?
Every week, meet a new person, right here, sharing their story. Do you have a great crazy story to tell? Email me or DM me on Twitter or Facebook and get ready to spill your crazy. And in the meantime, check out: The Craziest Thing with Derek Flynn The Craziest Thing with Erica Lucke Dean The Craziest Thing with Jerry Underhill The Craziest Thing with Amy Beech The Craziest Thing with Lorca Damon
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 Everyone loves an Irishman, right? Derek Flynn happens to be my favorite, and when I asked what is the craziest thing you've ever done, he stepped into the batter's box for me. And came to America. Or at least Wyoming. For research. Derek Flynn is an Irish writer and musician with a Masters in Creative Writing from Trinity College, Dublin. Like most writers, he is fueled solely by caffeine and self-doubt.  The one horse in Thermopolis. Not really. The Craziest Research Trip I Ever Took When I was writing my first novel, I decided to some first-hand research. The novel was set in a one-horse town in Wyoming. The story was based on an ancient Greek myth and the fictional town was called Thebes. Before I started to write it, I consulted a US atlas and scoured Wyoming for a small town that might have a Greek-sounding name. To my amazement, I found a town called Thermopolis. Even better, it was a small town with roughly the same population as my fictional town. So, I found out everything I could about Thermopolis and used photos of the area as reference as I wrote. But something wasn’t quite right. I felt I hadn’t quite captured the essence of the place. I decided I would have to experience it for myself. So, on a trip to New York, I went and spent three days in Thermopolis. Not quite as easy as it sounds though. I did some checking on the internet and found out that the nearest airport was in the neighbouring town of Worland which has a small, regional airport. And Worland has a bus service that runs to Thermopolis. Perfect! Just one hitch. The airport is miles outside of Worland and there are no buses, no public transportation of any kind – not even a taxi. The only thing you could do was hire a car – but I didn’t drive. At this point, under any other circumstances, I probably would have jacked in the whole idea but I was determined to see Thermopolis for myself. So, I did the next natural thing…I called the Worland Chamber of Commerce. A lovely lady on the phone there told me that, yes, indeed; there were no buses or any other types of transportation from the airport. I asked her if there was some kind of a mini-bus in town that could be hired. She said the only mini-bus in town belonged to the Worland Senior Citizens Centre. You see where this going now. So, a few minutes later, I placed a call to the Worland Senior Citizens Centre. Another lovely lady answered the phone. I told her that I was writing a book on Wyoming and that I really needed to get to Thermopolis and that I didn’t drive and was there any way they could pick me up from the airport. The lovely lady on the other end of the line told me that – yes – if I gave a donation to the Worland Senior Citizens Centre, they could certainly pick me up from the airport. And drop me back! And so it was that – a few weeks later – I found myself being picked up from Worland airport by a pleasant middle-aged woman driving the Worland Senior Citizens Centre mini-bus. We chatted amiably on the short drive into Worland (she seemed completely nonplussed at the notion of picking up this Irish stranger/author). And three days later, I was dropped back to the airport in the same fashion! I found one of the interesting things about walking around Thermopolis was that it fit perfectly with the main character in my book. My main character is a mysterious stranger who arrives into town on foot. He spends most of the book wandering the town much to the consternation and puzzlement of the locals, who thinks he’s some kind of vagrant. I felt I was doing something similar. I was getting inside the head of my main character in a way that I never would have if I drove around the town as the locals and other tourists did. The perfect example of this happened on the morning I checked out of my hotel. There was a large hill outside the hotel which I had incorporated into my book. I decided to get a closer look at it. So, bag on my back, I climbed halfway up and had a look around. After I’d come back down, I sat on a bench by the side of the road with my bag beside me. A car pulled out of the driveway of the hotel and stopped. The woman driving rolled down her window and shouted to me, “Are you okay?” “Sorry?” I shouted back. “Are you okay? Do you need some food?” At once touched and baffled, I told her no, thank you, I was fine. Then, after a few minutes of bewilderment, I realised what had just happened. For that split second, I WAS the mysterious stranger wandering around town that the locals think may be some kind of vagrant, the one who gets strange looks as well as the occasional kind offer of food. So, I can’t say for certain, but I think my trip to Thermopolis (and Worland) may have been one of the most unorthodox research trips undertaken by an author! Connect with Derek on Facebook, Twitter, and his blog! We ALL have a little crazy in us, so I ask: What's the craziest thing you have ever done?
Every week, meet a new person, right here, sharing their story. Do you have a great crazy story to tell? Email me or DM me on Twitter or Facebook and get ready to spill your crazy. And in the meantime, check out: The Craziest Thing with Erica Lucke Dean The Craziest Thing with Jerry Underhill The Craziest Thing with Amy Beech The Craziest Thing with Lorca Damon |
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