About this blog

When I was a kid – and by kid, I mean maybe 20-ish – I wanted desperately to write a book…. Someday…. I never actually attempted to write a book back then.  I wrote – but it was bits and pieces – sort of journal style, sometimes chunks of poetry, mostly just the repetitive rants of a disillusioned, broke, and miserable kid.  Society was my enemy.  My life was my enemy.  I had some grand idea that I had something to share with the world, but the world blocked my attempts, so I got angry at it.

In reality, I had no idea what I wanted to say, no dedication or willpower or follow-through to find a project and stick to it, no clue who I was or who I wanted to be.  Eventually I became an adult and forgot all about it.

Almost two decades later, I had an epiphany.  Actually, it may be more accurate to say I had something of a nervous breakdown.  In any case – I remembered I wanted to write a book.  And I finally had some fuel for it – some stories to tell and some pain.  So began my attempt at writing a memoir.  It’s not done yet.  Maybe I’ll publish it and maybe I won’t, but that’s not the point.  In this space, I will document my attempts to write in the midst of living my normal life, and see where it all ends up.

I’ve chosen to subtitle this blog “me and my battle with words”.  I chose the word “battle” because I view words as elusive.  At least, I view the task of finding the right words as elusive.  It’s a battle I enjoy, though.  Many brilliant authors have found their own ways to master language, though I imagine they feel as I do when they write – that there’s a battle in there somewhere.

4 thoughts on “About this blog

  1. Bravo for you!

    Writing can be can be a euphoric poison to some, and to others a steam-valve to preserve their sanity. For me it is the later, and maybe for you as well.

    I wish you well with your efforts and hope to see your life-story in print.

  2. Thanks for your comments! I appreciate the support. Steam-valve is a good description of what this is for me at the moment, but the more I do it, the more it evolves, too. It’s a journey, if nothing else, right?

  3. I know you don’t know but if I may….

    I would take out the whole “It will probably never be published unless I publish it myself”. If you write with that mentality you will never be challenged to make it the best you can. If you don’t believe in you, how can you expect others to? I’m not trying to be all know-it-all-esque, it’s just something I have learned the hard way along the way.

  4. Mornings like the layers of words,
    tinged, like seductive bouquets.
    At times t,hey make their appearance
    In the anatomy, of functional disorders.

    Stems like nervous systems, the paranoia,
    of living life in realities.Callous and uncaring
    systems of tactic’s..!

    Yet Unfolding , is beholding the hidden talent,
    that becomes an art , of adjoining!

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