Blogging is for smarter people than me.

I've never been good at writing down my innermost thoughts knowing that someone else might read them... at least, only when it was a few choice individuals would be given access. I've never even successfully kept a journal for any significant period of time.

I think deeply, like many other introverts do, and express myself carefully. Why am I doing this? The main reason is that I want to be as socially engaging as many other authors appear to be... which I am not. I'm not socially awkward (anymore), but I do tend to retreat into my own personal safe space more readily than most people I know. 

You want to know a little about me, huh? My question in return to you would be, why? I'd much rather hear your life story! Mine tends to turn into a well-rehearsed pity party about my mundane or tragic childhood... it all depends on what kind of mood I'm in. I've been told "I'm a handful" by more than one person, including my beloved wife. She's put up with more of my emotional tsunamis than any woman deserves. Yet, she is my Rock of Gibraltar and I don't think I could have managed my pursuit of becoming a real writer without her steady soul at my side.

To the three people who may be following this blog, I thank you for taking the time to read the rantings of a lunatic... I'm sure all of this will become part of the collection of things that "will be held against [me] in a court of law" someday!