Wanderlust

I loved writing. I loved the word. I loved movies, and we had no television when I was a kid, but I loved books, and I read book after book after book after book. Unlike many another writer who was educated and had college, I was on the road at age 13. Not because of anything bad with my family – it was just, I had a wanderlust. I was like the great writer Jim Tully or Jack London. I stood there at age 10 in Paynesville, Ohio, and I said, ‘This is all mine! All I gotta do is go and get it.’ And so I started running away. After a while, my mother said, ‘I’ll pack you sandwiches. Would you like peanut butter-and-jelly?’ Sometimes I’d get as far away as Kansas City and wind up working as carny and then wind up in jail, and get sent home. And I’d go back to school and I’d do very well, and then I’d run away again, and I’d run away to way up into Canada and work in a logging camp.

Harlan Ellison

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