Years ago I started with a blog that morphed into what you read today. It was a play on words, specifically my last name and made perfect sense. It was my online journal for anyone who thought they might want to read. I am in my fourth year and this year will probably out-distance my first three combined in viewership. Thats cool.
As I have documented my journey and the thoughts and events that I have taken notice of, it has struck a chord with many people. My writing leaves much to be desired but my heart is in the right place. I am passionate about some things and numb to others. Hell, I am a human being with all the requisite issues attached.
I have been asked on many occasions if I would consider writing as a profession. It seems laughable to me but I am giving it second thoughts.
My mental disability prevents me from working in a public sense, maybe I should take writing, at least for a few years while I can. I don’t know how to do that, I really don’t, but I am going to try. I am going to try and write a book that details my life as I know it to be. It’s been a damn hard struggle but I am still, somehow, alive to relate it to you.
Therefor, so begins another challenge for me (no pun intended). How to write, from what angle or perspective? The style, biographical fiction? Autobiography? I don’t know yet. What I do realize is that I want to leave something meaningful behind. I always thought it would be with music or in the design field but it might just be in the form of a book.
Time isn’t my friend but I still have some things I need to say. Wish me luck!
The Place to be Real 
When your book is published I want to read it.
Go ahead, put pen to paper and write.
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I would have no idea what to write, seriously.
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