Okay, here it goes. I want to be a writer, like, a real one with books and stuff. I have this condition, you see, one that projects things into my brain that aren’t real, people’s conversations that have never happened, places that do not exist, creatures that will never be and then backs it up with the overwhelming urge to tell everyone else about it.
Many times this can be cured with medications.
I don’t have the luxury of that, and even if I did, the fact is that I just enjoy the process too damn much to want to change it. I get really truly ridiculously happy when I’m expressing these imaginary fixations. I jump in my seat like a ADHD off thier meds. I lose track of time becoming so engrossed in my fictional relationships.
I want you that happy and fixated. I want to share my writing with you.
So this is where I am. At a stage in my life where I feel confident (mostly…maybe) that these ideas that toss around my head might actually be fairly decent. Decent enough to tell other people about and not worry about medication suggestions.
I am not published (except on Scribd which is more like free vanity advertising). I have very few things completed. But I’d like to.
Today is the beginning of sharing not only my personal completed writing but also the journey of story writing, things I see along the way, issues I have, resources that have helped (or not), and hopefully, seeing a project through to completion. It might not be good, in fact it might be just absolutely terrible, but something inside me won’t let this go. I hope you’ll stick around.