|Favorite book:||Chonicles of Amber|
|Member Since:||Nov 9, 2012|
It has been quite some time sense I've put myself into wordsmithing, at one point I lived and breathed writing. Well, with much prodding from my son, I have returned to see what's left of my imagination; the future will tell.
As my handle says, my name is Jay Simon...50 and wisened gray; what's left of it anyway. I'm thankfully single once again and after a year I'm finally realizing I'm free to do what I want again. I live in Grand Rapids, Michigan, which has been my home for nearly 25 years. A lot has happened...enough for many lifetimes I feel. I'm a gaming junkie, Xbox or online, once again thanks to my son. I'm also an avid tinkerer that would rather make it than buy it if at all possible. Motorcycling is a crutch for me, seems I can't live without it..so is loud, hard, and heavy music. When it comes to music I'm eternally youthful. I started listening to metal when Iron Maiden started rising to the top. I watched Metallica 'become',the hair bands rock themselves out of existence, Grunge become pop, and the term 'Heavy Metal" become a way of life. I just downloaded the latest Five Finger Death Punch video, man I can't wait for them to come back into town. ....oops, I think I got sidetracked. Yeah, bio...ok.
I've always had quite an imagination. Believe it or not I despised reading and thought it was a waste of time until my junior year in college when I chanced by a copy of 'The Lord of the Rings' sitting on the coffee table of my frat house. Bored to death n tired of studying, I picked it up and much to my surprise it didn't burn my hands off. I stayed up all weekend reading that thing...I was hooked. I like science fiction but I LOVE fantasy fiction and all of its splinter fictions. Dean Koontz has been my fav author for a good 15 years or more. There's something about a story that sounds as though it should be true but soo twisted in reality there's just no way...maybe? My kind of reading and my style of writing.
I've recently found myself disabled and unable to do most of what I thought I was about. Hands on, back breaking, sweaty, and mentally challenging work was me.. Suddenly I had an identity crisis. Awash in pain medication and doctor/hospital visits,unable to even walk to the bathroom, I felt I lost who I was. Well, In certain ways I did. It has taken me 5 years to come to the realization that the core me, the real me, is still here, I just needed to refocus myself and stop thinking about what I lost or cannot do. It was quite a hole to climb out of. My continual struggle, aside from my physical limitations, is my short term memory issues, it's like a badly tuned car sputtering and backfiring as it meanders down the road and just as frustrating. But it's what I've got to work with and I'll be damned if all of this is gonna get the best of me! So, here I am, ready to take this part of my life back! Ready readers?