Whilst thinking what to write about I thought to myself, how long had I actually wanted to write for? Ive dabbled yes but i mean really write. the truth is for as long as i can remember. what stopped me i hear you ask? For someone to bare their soul and open themselves up to persecution and ridicule for airing what resides in the mind takes a tremendous amount of guts. guts that im sorry to say i didnt have. then one day it hit me. Who am i writing for? i write for me and if just one other person enjoys my work then in my eyes ive made it.