I have a desire within me to communicate of basic human instinct through the written word. Perhaps I yearn a connection to people and can only find warmth in the relationships I have built with the imaginary characters that manifest in my mind….
Or at least that’s how I’d like to think I look at life. Pretentious and wordy. Smart and smart-assed all the while believing my own bullshit.
I write stories. That’s what I do. I create characters, scenarios, and plots I believe to be real in my own mind. Everyone does. When we are children our minds expand creatively to ways we couldn’t possibly dream now in adulthood. I guess I’m one of those children that never quite grew up. Hence, a fiction blog…
I don’t have the slightest clue what I am doing and sitting in my polka dotted pajamas with a bag of Cheetos in front of my laptop, I would find I am making great strides towards figuring it out. More than anything I want to take you into my mind. I want you to meet the characters my childhood self could never quite let go of- the very people I believe to be real.