Project: Memoir

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I've been going through my typing folder. Tonight, I came across several college essays. Different episodes from my life.  Opinions. I have created a folder just for this project. Tonight, I started collecting my stories into one document.  Notes for my memoir.  They're not really even chronological right now.

I have wanted to write a memoir for a  while, but I'd convinced myself that my story isn't that good.  I'm not done writing it yet, so there's no way to know how it will be.  I don't need a central theme to compile notes, and maybe the materials I'm using will spark something.

More as this project progresses.

Medium Post: Psychology of the Magus

Back in the 90s and early 2000s, I was very active and prolific with my spirituality.  I'm just now starting to get back to it.  This is what I think was one of the better articles I've written, so I pulled it out today, dusted it off, and published it on Medium.  You can read it here.

(Please limit comments to the concept of writing. I do not wish to debate life choices and religion on this blog.  Thanks.)

Snippets: Self Love

"Snippets" are excerpts of my writings. I will not be sharing complete works on this blog, other than via links to where they are published online.

This was an essay I wrote some time back about the moment I learned to love myself.  To give some background, I was in junior high, and my friend and I were both bullied pretty badly.  One day, I had had enough...

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Sandy started to say something, and that's when Tammi drew back her tree trunk of an arm and punched her dead in the face. The next few seconds hung in the air, as if no one knew how to respond. Sandy went to the teacher and was excused to go to the nurse's office. I don't recall whether Tammi faced any consequences right then. I sat out the rest of the class, because frankly, I was afraid I would be next. Tammi had never been physical before!

Something inside me shifted that day, as I sat on the sidelines while my classmates finished out the period. This was bullshit! Nobody has any right to treat another human being with anything less than the respect they deserve. People shouldn't be putting their hands on each other, especially for such minor mistakes as uttering a cuss word. I was sick of being bullied, and I was sick of Sandy being bullied. I was going to do something!

I write.

I write.  Sometimes, I do it well.  Other times, I struggle, as do most writers. I have goals.  I have work I'd like to publish, some of it not yet created or completed. I needed a space to share my journey, so here we are.

I am a poet, a blogger (I have five now, including this one,) a comedian. I've been a stringer, a section editor, an editorial liaison, a citizen journalist. I've written all kinds of things.  The only area where I struggle is in fiction, so I will be working on that.  I have a desire to write a memoir, and I'd like to write horror.

This blog is meant to be a space where I can share anything and everything related to my writing journey, from exercises, to snippets of  original work, to relevant articles.  I hope that you will join me on this journey, and I hope that you enjoy it. I can also be found on Medium, though I am slow to post there.

Peace.