So, the short version:
With my writings, I’m not here to impart any grand wisdom. Whether or not I actually have any to impart is a whole other story. I’ve been around, been through Hell and back a few times, and I’m sure I’ve got some great nuggets to share.
I’m also not really trying to impress anyone with my prose itself. I’ve got plenty to criticize, and I’ll be the first person to say that. Like many, I suffer from a lot of impostor syndrome, insecurity issues, and the constant fear that I’m not good enough. But I still put myself out there, and you can too. (There, your encouragement for the day.)
What I want to do with my writing, with almost everything I do, is to entertain. Like I said, time is short. LIFE is short, and why the Hell should we be suffering through it or just “getting by?” The world and humanity are full of so much life, beauty, wonder, and curiosity that you cannot tell me that we’re meant to let it all exist outside us. I don’t care your belief system, no one should be relegated to a drab life without smiles.
I live to make people smile. No, I don’t write exclusively comedies. I get deep. I go for the gut punch. I aim for tears.
But those are all part of life too.
My words are meant to grant escape. Whatever escape you might need, I hope I can provide it. I don’t need much. A moment of your time for a joke, an afternoon for a story, or days or weeks for a book. I pour myself into my words in hopes that a little piece of me might brighten your life, just for a moment.
I can honestly not think of a nobler purpose for myself.
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