I'm an aspiring writer. That means I'm just a guy who hasn't written anything yet.
But I'm trying.
I wrote a short story in sixth grade, and since then, nothing. As a teenager, I was too busy with girls, baseball and pot (hey, it was the 70's...). Then I joined the service, and married a gal who thought creative writing was for homos. My mother dismissed my low-paying newspaper job as "that writing thing" (even waving her hand dismissively when she said it. Really).
The newspaper job made way for law school (I consider this my mid-life crisis), which in turn turned into a short-lived career as an attorney. Neither left time for the creative arts.
After burning out on law, I made my way back to the military (they have much better health care and retirement plans than my civilian careers). Somewhere along the way, my creative itch got buried. Deep.
So now, approaching middle-age my youngest children in high school, a couple of years away from retirement from my real job, it's as good a time as any to see if I have any talent. My current wife (#2) is supportive (ok, tolerant), and there's a brother who's an enthusiastic cheerleader. That's all the encouragement I really need.
I've joined a few writing websites, and am still looking for a writer's group to join. Feedback from online writing prompts has been generally positive (like I said, a little motivation goes a long way).
So this little blog here will be my public experiment. Some reflections, a book review here and there, comments on things learned along the way, and an occasional piece of original writing. I welcome feedback and constructive criticism.
Now on with the show...
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