Monday, March 7, 2011


I’ve spent most of my adult life with an unseen entity living inside of me, a parasite immune to penicillin, Ritalin, and Pepto-Bismol. I’m referring to the writing bug. Growing up as a very shy child, I guess my imagination was my best friend. My wife has taken over that spot but my imagination still runs a close second—which comes in handy when trying to twist individual words into a cohesive story worth telling, and reading for that matter. When I was a child I hid from the world by creating my own world inside of my head. Through a stubbornness that could only be provided by God, I have overcome most of my fears, learned to step out of the box, and have discovered that I can tell a pretty good story with words. I make a living building custom cabinets—a trade looked upon in awe by many—but would trade it all for the opportunity to share my stories with the world. I guess you could say building cabinets requires a certain amount of creativity, as it does, but it has its limitations. When it comes to writing, there are no limitations to the imagination, no boundaries to pin you in, and only your own self doubt to hold you back.
In the coming days and weeks, I hope I can pass along some things I've learned, some things I wish I knew, and let you take a glimpse at my other side.