Me
Sometimes I wonder if the reason I'm not a successful writer is that I am not entirely honest when I write. Fear of what others may think I mean causes me to wonder if the fatty, juicy observations and perceptions are sliced away leaving the subject matter too lean for the palate of others.
Or maybe I just suck. Don't think I haven't thought of that.
So, let's start with my favorite subject. My dogs. Just kidding, it's me, but they are a close contender.
So, back to me, which, if you know me, is where any conversation with me returns....
I curse like a sailor. I have since nobody could tell me that I couldn't. I've tried to quit. I also know I can, under the right circumstances, control the curse impulse. I just don't have many right circumstances.
I have a twisted sense of humor.I gravitate to others that do.
I'm not trying to write an autobiography here, just trying to dump a little honest black on white.
Maybe I can start anew. Maybe I can write.
Or maybe I just suck. Don't think I haven't thought of that.
So, let's start with my favorite subject. My dogs. Just kidding, it's me, but they are a close contender.
So, back to me, which, if you know me, is where any conversation with me returns....
I curse like a sailor. I have since nobody could tell me that I couldn't. I've tried to quit. I also know I can, under the right circumstances, control the curse impulse. I just don't have many right circumstances.
I have a twisted sense of humor.I gravitate to others that do.
I'm not trying to write an autobiography here, just trying to dump a little honest black on white.
Maybe I can start anew. Maybe I can write.
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