This is almost everything you need to know about me. If you want more, then we’ll need to start dating.
As a teenager I dreamed of becoming a writer. Of course, I dreamed of becoming an automobile designer, a radio disk jockey, a broadcast journalist, and a ladies man. Not necessarily in that order.
Here I am, many years later, and I’m still dreaming.
I wrote fiction for our high school newspaper. Fiction and I seemed to find common ground (<em>as most of my high school book reports would attest</em>) and I found it rather simple to implement my talent for fiction in other classes such as English, History, Physics, Algebra, and Trigonometry. Really. Math as fiction? Who knew? Whenever I achieved that rarest of rare accolade– a good grade– fiction was usually nearby.
My childhood was mostly small town, Midwest, and quite average. Teenage years were also normal, though more eventful and memorable (<em>I found girls</em>). Adulthood, on the other hand, is completely different than I expected. I advise everyone to avoid adulthood wherever possible. That’s what I’m doing now. It’s difficult. I’m working at it. Success, to date, has been nominal. Adults seem to have more expectations for other adults, than for non-adults.
The internet age of online publishing provides an opportunity for personal creative expression, whether anyone pays attention or not. A personal web log such as this seems to me to be much like a marriage. You’re there. You say things. No one really listens. Rinse. Repeat.
You may choose to ignore all my musings and ramblings, but you’ll be a better person if you read them all. Aloud. And in the shower. Make sure to rinse and dry. And leave something in the tip jar.