Artistic Philosophy

Throughout my entire academic career, I have never received an A in English, for that matter, B’s were often elusive to me as well. I lived with my nemesis, C and D. They haunted my report cards. So it would seem writing, an odd career aspiration. When did I decide to pick up the pen, or keyboard for that matter? What propelled me to write?

An overactive imagination.

I am a grown man, with grown children, yet I still enjoy cartoons. I like squirt guns and water balloons. What this has to do with writing, I am unsure. But the imagination, now that has served me well.

I imagine meeting aliens, the space sort, and riding on a dragon’s back. My imagination is what pushed me to write. I routinely misspell common words, put commas in the wrong places and mix up the plural vs. the possessive form of a word, but as long as you understand the idea that I am trying to convey, so-be-it. Spell check has been my great friend.

As I get older I realize that I must live my dreams; be a writer; be a photographer. And if I don’t make any money doing it, well I guess I won’t quit my day job.