Book / Flash Fiction
Short Story / Humor
Short Story / Religion and Spirituality
I admit that I grew up in poverty and still enjoyed the little I had. This life is what we make it, we just have to survive and keep going. I don't really know myself, but am learning, while in and outside of boundaries I have set for myself. So with that in mind you may try to know me also and maybe we both can learn about each other.
Started growing and groaning in a rural farming community. Then graduated high school, went on to learn and then earned an athletic scholarship to run. Soon I became an erector of a legacy of track and field records. And now I run my own graphic design studio, having worked as an Art Director. After bypassing my passion of writing for years, the time has come to explore this arena. And its fears. As an artist, I create concepts and visuals from sight. But as a writer, I place details and images which stems from ones own mental might. All are images I've created, and placed. I would do this on paper, easel, or screen. I now unload as mental images, somethings which are unforeseen. Hope they move you.
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