Interview with Mary Langer Thompson
Hi Mary Langer Thompson, thank you for agreeing to this interview.
Oltobooks : Tell us a little about yourself and your background?
Mary Langer Thompson : I'm a retired secondary English teacher and public school principal who now writes full time.
Oltobooks : What are your ambitions for your writing career?
Mary Langer Thompson : To continue writing and publishing children's books, poetry, short stories, and eventually a novel.
Oltobooks : When did you decide to become a writer?
Mary Langer Thompson : My own high school English teacher told me I could write.
Oltobooks : Why do you write?
Mary Langer Thompson : To express opinions, to use my imagination, and to heal from hard times in life.
Oltobooks : What made you decide to sit down and actually start something?
Mary Langer Thompson : I started writing for educational journals about teaching and learning and published the first article I submitted. After that I was hooked.
Oltobooks : Where do your ideas come from?
Mary Langer Thompson : Poetry lines and phrases occur to me and I "work them out" and craft them with a critique group. Story ideas come from my life and other's life experiences and even overheard dialogue.
Oltobooks : What is the hardest thing about writing?
Mary Langer Thompson : Staying the course and finishing.
Oltobooks : What is the easiest thing about writing?
Mary Langer Thompson : For me, deadlines help.
Oltobooks : If this book is part of a series, tell us a little about it?
Mary Langer Thompson : It is not currently part of a series.
Oltobooks : What are your thoughts on writing a book series?
Mary Langer Thompson : A possibility.
Oltobooks : What is your favourite positive saying?
Mary Langer Thompson : Keep at it and you will succeed.
Oltobooks : Where can you see yourself in 5 years’ time?
Mary Langer Thompson : The author of several new works.
Oltobooks : What advice would you give to your younger self?
Mary Langer Thompson : Persistence is key.
Conversation By :
Oltobooks Team
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone