When I was really young, Dad wasn't that well known. I don't remember when I realised he was a writer, but I do remember him leaving his full-time job at the Central Electrical Generating Board to concentrate on books.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My father was a writer; I've known a lot of children of writers - daughters and sons of writers, and it can be a hard way to grow up.
My father was an engineer - he wasn't literary, not a writer or a journalist, but he was one of the world's great readers.
My father was a writer and an acting teacher.
My father was a screenwriter, but he was also a novelist.
My dad read history, about a book a day, but only after he retired as a successful bank and insurance man.
My dad was the baby. When he was born they were already successful. They sent him to business school - he probably would have loved to have been a poet or a writer or something, and he was very creative.
My father was into fame and leaving his mark. He was a city planner, sort of a genius in that world, the Robert Moses of Philadelphia. He was on the cover of 'Time' once, and I remember going to his office and seeing, like, two hundred copies, which he would hand out to people.
My dad and mom divorced when I was around ten, and I didn't live with him after that, though he was close by and we saw each other weekly. I wasn't really aware that he was a writer; I didn't start reading his writing until I was about fifteen. It occurred to me then that my dad was kind of special; he's still one of my favorite writers.
My dad was an editor and a writer, and that's actually what I aspired to be.
Dad was an amazing storyteller and illustrator, which he did in his spare time - very inspiring and dramatic.