Once upon a time in a land far away, I was a writer. Time after time, it was expressed to me that writing was not a profession but rather a hobby. Few people in this world will ever make a profitable living writing and even fewer doing so without selling out their talents. To me writing may never be a profession but will always be a passion. A passion that drives a person out of the bed at 2 am to write down a random thought or story line. A passion that causes a mind to create vast worlds, characters, thoughts and details. The passion of writing tends to be something that grows weak without exercise. The less I create, the less I compose, the more difficult it becomes to find the words that express the ideas and the thoughts in my mind. My soul is compelled to create and to compose a simple yet striking thought. Though my grammar may be poor and my sentences prolonged and my words many, I create within my own style. I create to my own liking. To confine oneself into literary rules, is to enslave ones thoughts. I tend to write not how I speak but rather how I think. So, this is merely a glimpse into my mind, which can be quite strange and confusing at times. I invite you, reader, to take a journey through my thoughts, not to persuade a thought but to merely provoke a thought. Agree or disagree....enjoy or dislike.....but know that I'm not looking for approval. I am simply creating expressions of not only myself but of human nature and that which we all see daily. My compositions are not necessarily about myself ...though certainly some are...but about that which makes life beautiful and tragic.
