A word about my words.

Once in a while (more commonly now than before, I think), I finish something. More often than not, it’s a story, or some kind of “prose.” Some are just for me, some are just for others. Some I hold on to for longer than I should, and the rest I place here. For the longest time, I had this fear of simply letting my writings out into the world. I felt that each story needed a grand entrance, and if I were to just ‘post,’ it would do the story a disservice. As if I were shouting it into the wind and then just leaving it, stained from being “self-published.” However, I have, in recent times, seen how this is not quite the case, and the stories are just as likely to be forgotten when only I can find them. I hope these stories act as an emissary to others, showcasing my style, thoughts, and works, and building a timeline of my improvements as an author and writer. Be gentle, they spook easily.