Gosh, I don't know why I write. I suppose just because... it's there. Kind of like climbing Mount Everest, only instead of getting cold and possibly falling thousands of miles from the top of a cliff, I only have to worry about paper cuts and stabbing myself with a pencil.

What do I write? Well, what don't I write? I am a story teller, first and foremost. And, if that means writing a story about tap dancing potatoes in my Biology class, so be it!

For the most part, I suppose I write humor stuff. But, I never think myself above fantasy, drama, or any of that great stuff. Except for corny romance stories and poetry. There's just so low I can sink. And, trust me, I can sink pretty low...

Peace!      

 

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