Hello everyone, my name is James. A fellow scribe, like you.
I've always loved writing. I can express myself, and hopefully, someone will read a paragraph or two and say, "Hey! Nice article!" Constructive criticism, though it may make me cringe a little, is par for the course. I've been an automotive technical writer for years, so I've been critiqued by many.
That said, I'm here to improve my craft ... my writing. I hope you enjoy what I have to say. If you don't, tell me why so I can come out of the chute better next time.
My passion is ...
Classic automobiles
I know too much about ...
Nothing!
My parents always told me ...
Do what you love, and be the best at it.
My childhood ambition ...
To turn 16 so I could get a driver's license! Ha!
My favorite memory ...
My first car.
Why I write ...
I feel better after I put my thoughts on paper.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
Robert Ludlum/Suspense Movies/The Beatles
My first job ...
Lifeguard ... the worst pay, but the best job ever.
My best moment ...
Finding my soul mate.
My inspiration ...
My kids.
The automobile takes many forms. For example, there's the family sedan, the minivan and the econo-box. Then, chained to the floor like a rabid Tyrannosaurus Rex, there is something altogether different. Enter, the muscle car. It's the family coupe run amok. Who could do such a thing?
Well, thankfully, a small band of automotive engineers in the early 1960s Detroit. They took a last look at Grandpa's two-door, and did some serious parts-swapping. Out came the wimpy six-banger and in went a dual-quad, big-cube high-compression V8 monster with equal-length exhaust headers and side ...
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