About This Blog
For going on twenty years now, I have been writing. I have crossed over genres, writing poetry at first, then moving on to more personal and semi-autobiographical stories, and even a novel. I have written for love, for release, for money. However, often when people ask me what I do, I reply with whatever happens to be the job/career of the day. Rarely do I answer that question with, “I am a writer.”
However, I am a writer. I feel that’s precisely what I’ve been destined to do my whole life, but for one reason or another, I’ve decided that my words were unworthy of being shared with people. As I said, I’ve done this for money and found fleeting happiness. I’ve done this for release, and found just that. One thing I haven’t done is to put the large volume of things I’ve written out there and allowed others to read, enjoy, hate, etc.
I would more than anything like to do this as a record of sorts; I’m about to move for the twenty-some-odd time since I was eighteen and came across a ton of old poems, writings, and ideas. I have a novel that I wrote almost four years ago that I never re-read. I say screw it all, I’m just gonna let people see it and if they like it, cool—if not, whatever.
This is going to being a living document/record. I may edit/add/change things. I welcome suggestions and criticism.
For so long, I let my inner censor keep me from writing certain stories because of fear. Fear of failure, fear of what friends and family might think or say, fear of success perhaps. At this point in my life, though, I really don’t care anymore. I’m thirty-four at the time of writing this, divorced, and living alone. I’ve come to realize a lot about myself in the last few years, especially this last year living in Dallas, but that’s a whole different story. I may eventually get to that one. In fact, I may just start with that one.
Of course, many of my anecdotes are true stories. I will not put the real names of anyone involved, but you can always speak up if you read something familiar and would like to be part of the record. However, don’t assume that everything is actually something that happened. If you like the stories and anecdotes, great. But, writing is a creative, subjective endeavor and these writings come from my perspective and are not necessarily accurate and should be taken at face value. This is yet another reason I had refrained from “putting myself out there” in the past.
Enough explanations. I will certainly bore my readers with mini essays and other inanities such as this down the line. Read on if you choose to do so—and thank you for taking a look.
