Forging a Path That Already Existed.

I have always written. I've always sought to put words together, and I have always deemed it my most satisfying form of self expression.


I have just recently went through piles of stories I had started when I was very young, probably pre-teen. However, most of them were written in pencil and smudged beyond any sort of recognition. So...rather than try to resurrect the cryptic and somewhat charming ramblings of an 11 year old, I decided to start writing my own works of fiction again.


Now, I have had quite a lot of years to begin this path that I knew always lay before me. But it took me this long to realize that while I may question the entertainment value, the gramatical soundness, and the originality of my collections of words...I should still allow myself the gift of expression.



And so, I have decided to catalog my whimsies, my frustrations, my muses and my exultations on this blog.


I would very much enjoy unleashing the ramblings circulating in my head, and, in doing so, I hope to be closer to the reasons and ideas that are locked in my mind, waiting to be stories.



Tomorrow on the agenda: An essay concerning my latest book on Amazon-
The Brief 8th Life Of Boris