I am a married man with kids currently working as a self employed house cleaner. I must be pretty good because I bought our house with the income I make with my cleaning business!
I've done a lot of studio work, singing for commercials, non-profit CD releases, etc. as well as produced my own with a group I sing with. It's fun and keeps me busy.
I really have rediscovered a love for writing, originally by blogging on myspace.com, but then as a way to put down stories I create for my kids to learn values and ideas. Sometimes a story is far better at communicating what you really want to say than a logical presentation.
I am also looking to have a housecleaning book published, sending off queries and the like to publishers and agents. It's definitely different than I expected but not so different than trying to get representation in the music industry.
I didn't really understand Helium when I set my account up and have only now started to get into writing through it. We'll see where it leads!

My passion is ...

My Family

I know too much about ...

Housecleaning

My parents always told me ...

to clean up after myself.

My childhood ambition ...

was to be a Marine Biologist - not even close!

My favorite memory ...

is visiting my aunt's apartment in Germany.

Why I write ...

I write because it's a concrete version of my thoughts and thoughts can't be revisited unless you can see them for what they are.

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

I am currently, and usually, listening to my wife talk on the phone.

My first job ...

was filing IRS updates in my dad's Tax and Accounting services office.

My best moment ...

was when I married my wife!

My inspiration ...

are my children.

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Allegories

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The Wind, the Grass, and the Trees

The wind rolled over the dancing heads of grass as it always had. The cold faded and the rains came. The grass changed from a fresh green to a dry oat as the seasons marched through the spring to early winter. The snow snuggled the sleeping grasses for another winter. And so it continued beyond the memory of anyone on the prairie. None of the grasses knew anything other than the wind seeding his secrets among their dances. None of the other weeds had ever felt the total still of another existence. Even the wise worms would only concede it was po...

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