Hi WriteByNighters,
The summer of my sixteenth year I worked in a paint booth in a factory and would go home covered in paint and sweat and various chemicals. The fall of that same year I worked the chicken fryer at a Hardee's and would go home covered in grease and flour and salmonella.
Both of those long-ago jobs had such an influence on me that my present-day novel features characters who do the same work, and those jobs play a prominent role in the story.
I came across a writing prompt the other day: "Write about your first job and what it taught you."
Tell us a bit about your first job or jobs and how it/they helped shape you into the adult you became.
But what I also want to know is, has your work life ever colored your fiction? In what ways? Have you ever written nonfiction about your work life?
And if you keep going and going and going... and going... until you've written a novel, then hey, join this really weird club.
