I think deep down I’ve always wanted to be published, even though I might not have been cognizant of the fact. That’s certainly not why I started writing. You might not believe that I was once very adamant I would never try to publish any of my work. I hadn’t started writing fiction as yet, but I had amassed a collection of over 200 poems. But, as far as I was concerned, it was for my eyes only. After all, they came from the deepest parts of myself. Why would I want to expose that to the world?
But maybe the world needs it. Maybe there’s someone out there who believes they’re alone, but something I wrote can show them that they’re not. Maybe there’s someone out there who has lost hope, but something I wrote can show them that all isn’t lost. I’m very proud of the two pieces that I’ve been lucky enough to have published.
Off The Rocks, Volume 15 – Let Love Endure
Letters To My Bully – Dearest Bully
This is just the beginning. You’ve shown me that at least some of you are interested in my words. I owe it to you to conquer my own fears and let them flow.