I am not young. I am not old.
I was born happy. I have learned sadness.
In my youth, I started telling stories. I am still telling them, but now I use the written word.
I grew up knowing I was worthless and, slowly, I am learning that was wrong. I have value.
I will never be dishonest with what I write. I will tell lies, but they will be honest lies. If you know what I mean then you’re nodding your head.
I want you to see what’s in my imagination. Some of it’s pretty scary, and much of it’s disturbing, but it’s all pretty fantastic. I’ll keep the disturbing stuff to a minimum, I sorta-promise.
I think my writing and my stories are pretty good. I hope you think so, too.
This is the blog of a man who has only recently understood he was born to write. I know my weaknesses. I am learning my strengths.
I pray others may find joy in what I write.
I pray I will get published.
I pray, and I write, and I hope others find something of value. If you do, please let me know.