Scott D. Covey
I hate writing dialogue! I hate more writing about myself. But, if you have clicked the button to get here, then obviously you want to read something about me.
The author Scott D. Covey has published two books in the genre of… Bloody boring right? Ok, so a little something real about me. I have two nicknames. To my closest of friends it is Captain, and to some others it is Nobody. I got the Captain nickname because if something exploded, caught fire, or crashed I had a plan. Stress from traumatic events just never seemed to have the same impact on me as it did others. I got Nobody for probably the same reason. Nobody would do that. Nobody is stupid enough to try that. Nobody could survive that. This same brain chemistry, or wiring, that made me less susceptible to stress also affected my fear response. So I wasn’t an overtly brave child, kid, and now person, but, I have lived through some incredible situations. Situations that a normally wired person would have never found themselves in.
I truly believe that experiences are far more important in life than stuff. I have had more than my fair share of cool stuff and yet during those times mentioned above I never once thought about my cool car. It was the memories of times shared with friends, family, and even enemies that flooded back to me. I also sincerely believe that to live life fully you have to do it without fear. Now, I know what your thinking.
I had an advantage in this regard, so why not. Right? This is true; it was one of the few advantages I was blessed with. It still took a lot for me to give up the comfortable lifestyle I had, to live the life I wanted. It will be harder for you. Just like writing bloody dialogue is more difficult for me than Rick McCammon. But if you want more out of life you have to let go of the tree and step out onto to slippery rock. This is my belief in any case.
It is within this model that I decided that after 25 years in the Canadian Government to pack everything into two suitcases and set off to explore the world. I had plenty of other invisible baggage, like most people with forty plus years on the planet. I also had a pretty significant case of PTSD from work. But, if you don’t love it, or it doesn’t bring you joy while holding it, leave it behind. So I took a household of stuff and did this exercise. I ended up with one bag and a box of stuff to leave at my friend’s house. It was around this time that someone crazy enough to look into my eyes and say; “I will follow you. You’re my man.” found me. Inga decided that this grand, crazy adventure was something she wanted to be part of. My friends worried about her. Both for her sanity and continued role in the world. To be fair all my friends have previously suffered injury by my hand or stupid idea, so I didn’t blame them. Inga comes from solid stock and has walked beside me on this crazy journey with little injury to so far. She smiles when I say; “Hey, Let’s go check out…” She doesn’t get too upset when stuck in countries foreign, strange, and mostly dangerous.
So this is why I am rarely at home in Canada. If you follow my blog, you will see it posted from many different countries. It is also why when my Mom or family ask what my plans are they are often frustrated by my answer. I just don’t know…I missed the midlife crisis and became a midlife nomad.
Scott D. Covey