: About Me

I am an aspiring freelancer. Not hard to believe, only a month in I haven't had the luxury of quitting my other day job, but that's the dream.
Every chance to write that doesn't pay off monetarily, at this stage of the game, I am happy to add to my "writing samples" and chalk up to good and much needed experience and exposure.
Writing is a passion I have had since childhood but a willingness and wanting to share what I write is relatively new. The payoff of sharing is already evident in my increased motivation to "churn out" writing samples at a faster clip and to a higher caliber than ever before. I feel I am a very competent writer but an even more competent student of writing. Writing really is all about the journey.
I graduated a couple years ago with a B.A. in English.
I am more comfortable writing in the realm of fiction although I don't limit myself to it.
Humor is my literary crutch, even in the most ma cab of subject matter it seems to be readily and appropriately available for exploitation.
I like when the underdog wins, true love nearly prevails and sending the silliest of characters for long walks on the beach....

My passion is ...

writing

I know too much about ...

boxing

My parents always told me ...

I could be whatever I put my mind to

My childhood ambition ...

to have more money than Lawrance Welk (although who knows how much that ever was?)

My favorite memory ...

something in my youth

Why I write ...

the mental workouts and ability to project through a "fictionalized story."

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

is usually on loop for 6 months and then rarely listened to again

My first job ...

mowing lawns

My best moment ...

graduating college

My inspiration ...

my potential, to fulfill it

Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Outdoor wedding horror stories

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The wedding was a succession of horrendous, weather saturated events (on February 27th 1999) that somehow found resolution in the simple words "I do." The day started with an overflow of quickly disintegrated wishful thinking that the weather would not turn south. Sprinkles turned to steady showers and wishful thinkers into laborers interested in protecting the ceremony, with the limited resources at their disposal, from the now obviously worsening climate. Flimsy canopies were assembled. But there would be only two: one where the priest could marry the bride and groom and another under wh...

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