: About Me

Birth Name: James Michael Thiel
Birth Date: April 4, 1970
Birth place Miami, Fl.

I now reside in the small town of Concord, Georgia with my wife and four children. (Young adults now!) My first desire to write came early in my middle school years. Creative writing was my favorite subject. I was always asked to present and got the class to laugh and cry at the short stories which I wrote. A high school teacher once said that I would be sure to have a book published one day. To date... I have not lived up to that expectation. Life and responsibilities have somehow got in my way. Now I write as a hobby, more to pass the time and please myself as to please the reader. That being said my readers enjoyment of my creations is important to me as well as their feedback. If you like an article I have submitted please let me know. If you did not like something I published please let me know as well. I like constructive criticism as well as praise as it will only make my writing better. Thanks for the time you took to read this and I look forward to your feedback.

My passion is ...

The outdoors and writing about the things I feel strongest about.

I know too much about ...

the fact that there is much more that I can learn!

My parents always told me ...

I only have ten rules to live by.....Moses forwarded them to us.

My childhood ambition ...

Major league ball player.... writing is ok though!

My favorite memory ...

A poem I wrote in school about why I didn't learn the one I was suppose too. I got a 50 for the extra effort.

Why I write ...

I can be heard...without interuption!

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I like articles of all types and short stories....they motivate me.

My first job ...

worked for local farmers in exchange for hunting and fishing rights on their property

My best moment ...

Kissing the bride....15 years ago and again when I got home this evening.

My inspiration ...

My God, My family, My peers, and myself....in that order!

Creative Writing > Essays White Knight Courting Ebony Princess

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The lights flashed brilliant displays of assorted colors against the floors, walls, and ceiling encompassing the make shift dance floor. Music played as people around us danced and socialized on this special night. I sat at a table with my girlfriend, sipping slightly spiked punch from a cheap plastic version of what was suppose to be fashionable glass ware. The night was young and couples were still filing into what hours before had been the stagnant atmosphere of our high school cafeteria. It was our senior prom. This night would be filled with future memories; unfortunately the most mem...

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