In sitting here at my writing desk and typing this message I've discovered something. Whether or not it's important to anyone else, I am a writer. Using words to convey a message is definitely an art, but it's finally an art that I may be somewhat okay at.
This blog started out to be just another assignment from my creative writing professor, but now ... well, I like it too much to give up.
It may also have something to do with where I live. For the moment, and the foreseeable future, I live on Cape Cod. I have been all over most of the United States and I have to say that there are few places that are as inspiring as the Cape.
Maybe the Rockies, or the desert southwest.
At the moment I have several projects going, irons in the fire as it were. A few short stories, and yes that obligatory novel ... good start or false start is unknown, but it's at least started.
On April 21 I will turn forty years old. I am at the bottom of the well of life, thanks to several things I won't bore you with here, but thanks to my wife Vickie, and my family, at least I'm in good company. So, it's college for now ... again, but plans are changing. I am swinging from Computer Science to Communications / English as a major. That's the plan anyway, but we all know about plans. Right?
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