About

I’m one plagued by ideas and dreams that must be put to page. Otherwise they rattle about and I am unable to concentrate on much of anything else. This is merely rough drafts of some of the stories I have thought of. They aren’t the full stories, but enough to get a picture. those that are good, I will redraft and tighten them up.

What else. I am a bit more introverted than not. I apologize for not cleaning up my writings. I have plans for several more to be posted. I also plan on cleaning up the ones I have already posted. a few of them are parts of stories I am currently writing so once they are re-written, I can update the posts.

I found writing a tool in which I use for therapy. I find it cheaper than paying someone to give me a bunch of advice I figured out through out the years of struggling with depression. Don’t get me wrong, I would see someone about this if I had the money. I do not. I write simply because I can everything I need to get out on page. Perhaps I see the page as non judgmental. I feel safe behind the written word. I am writing in earnest hoping that something I write will be good enough to put out to the public.

There are many stories I plan on working on that will not be published here. hopefully with work and some time, they will be in a book somewhere. if not, well I will have them written anyway. That I feel the need to see the stories finished with a life of their own seems more important right now than anything.  Of course I am plagued by self doubt. I mean who isn’t now and again? Of course the best use of time is to ignore those voices that wish to silence me and trudge on one sentence at a time.

I don’t really now what it is I am supposed to say here. I mean I could tell you that I was born in a small town in the middle of the United States. I am from a family that is far from small. I am talking about cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, the like, numbering in the hundreds. I have never sat down and counted. but they are many. I moved as a young child to the West Coast and have lived here every since. I had to give up my library when I moved out of my last place. it was hard to do. but life goes on and stuff after all, is merely just stuff in the end.

I don’t really know what else to add. if anyone has any ideas, let me know. if anyone has thought on any of my rough drafts, feel free to comment. Good or bad, doesn’t matter. if what I write is bad, well, the only way I can get better is to be told. within reason and good taste I hope. Thank you for you time. if I think of anything else to add, I will. I am hoping to add more content more often. of course that is easier said than done. I thank you for your time if you are still perusing this. May you have a great day.