The first 25 years of my life have been entirely misguided and filled with love, disappointment, loss. So I have a lot to write about. I am a high-school dropout who managed to get a GED, an Associates in Applied Science for Automotive Technology, and then returned to college again to pursue a career in something environmental. So, yeah... I'm an obvious pick for a writer. I'm in the middle of a divorce, and I finally got sick of drinking and realized I need to pursue my love of writing, and utilize this gift I've been given before it,too, passes me by. I'm not writing as a pastime, or because I'm bored. I'm writing because I want it to be my career. I'm good at writing, sometimes to the point of being arrogant, and I have so much to write about; so many experiences. In my short life I've been on the brink of death (by my own doings) a number of times, so I am also gifted with the knowledge that life is too short, and the gifts we were given at birth far too easily squandered. Yes, I am aware that I should have chosen another word than 'gift' in that last sentence to avoid being redundant. But that's exactly what it all is, and our biggest gifts are being able to construe our lives and our experiences in our respective forms of art. This is mine. I hope my words may touch at least one other life as so many writers have touched and shaped mine. Enjoy the scrawlings. Oh yeah, and someone PLEASE give me a writing job so I can make my escape from the plastic bottle factory! (my current dreary and dead-end job to make ends meet in post-marriage) peace
Is it possible to love again after you have been hurt so many times? Or does each time you get hurt force you to withhold your deepest emotions out of a primal sense of self-preservation? These questions most likely can only be answered on a personal level, and the answers may be unique to every person. Personally, I opt to remain a hopeless romantic, even though I have survived some of the most profound hurt possible.
Truth be told, I have not always been able to maintain my optimistic outlook on the topic of love. The horrific demise of my brief marriage left me feeling that love was n...
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