I love to write (even though it tends to drain me) in order to be able to release pent up creative energy, or sometimes I write to gain inspiration.

I often find that if I am blocked creatively on one project that if I turn my attention to a completely different (creative) project it will free up my creative juices and get the ideas flowing.

I find that writing releases unfocused energy and can allow me to go back to other projects with a greater focus.

I work in the marketing and advertising industry and am thoroughly excited that I have discovered this site. I use it to express my views, share my personal experience and improve my copy writing skills.

I also am thankful for spell checker, even though personally I think that it contributes to a "dumbing down" effect.

Sort of like using a GPS system to navigate somewhere, anytime I have ever used one I have found myself unable to recall how I arrived at my destination, and am sure that I would have trouble duplicating the exact route again.

Anyhow, enough babble about me, maybe I will bump into you sometime on here. Until then keep up the good work and let it flow.

Peace,

Jimmy

My passion is ...

coaching

I know too much about ...

nothing

My parents always told me ...

Do as I say, not as I do

My childhood ambition ...

to be a Forrest ranger in Oregon

My favorite memory ...

When my son was born

Why I write ...

see about me

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

HTML / UEFA Cup / A variety of music

My first job ...

artist

My best moment ...

too many to list

My inspiration ...

Constantly changing

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The front porch

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The front porch holds my memories
dreams, hopes and fears
endless hours I have spent
laughing and shedding tears

The rocking chair stands still
hiding in plain sight
waiting for a companion
to join it through the night

Seeking out laughter and fun
offering good advice
watching children run
giggling and chasing fire flies

The goals of a young boy
the angst of a teen
reflections of a man
how long ago it all seems

Sharing a moment alone
like looking through the glass
at a world that passes by
moving way to fast

A world within a world
where a boy could be king
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