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"I could eat alphabet soup and shit better lyrics then that." - Johny Mercer.
I'm a writer, who doesn't write.
An artist, who doesn't paint.
I'm a blogger, who doesn't blog.
I'm a dreamer. And all I do is dream.
I was born a donkey, but lived as a man. My parents sent me out from the paddock so that I could learn the secrets of corned bread. Seeing for myself the world of men made me curious because that was my weakness. Always my weakness. My hind-legs were strong and so began my masquerade. I became a man and walked the world of men.
Read the Rest of My Life Story.
This is my blog documenting my experiences on www.writing.com. In it I will include my reviews of others works, links to offsite writings, and importantly I think, moan and complain constantly about the machinations of this beautiful, sexy, inspiring and fearsome beast of a writing community.
I didn't do anything about my desire to write for over 20 years and I have a lot of catching up to do. I'm a little worried that I've left it all too late and I won't have enough time to become a good writer.