In This Moment

I was an eight year old. There are few things that I can remember from the time that I was that young. But one thing that stands out is that I had this miraculous idea to be a writer. I was an ambitious child. My father thought it was a great idea. Needless to say I didn’t take that idea too far. But as I’ve grown older the impulse to write has grown. I’ve enrolled in play writing classes, poetry classes, and attempted a blog once before. What has held me back is my lack of inspiration. I continually find myself with the urge to write, only to give up from not being hit by that proverbial lightning bolt. It is rare to sit down and write a master piece on first attempt.

You start with a lot of shit.

So I guess this is my attempt at shit.