Ok here's a leap of "faith"
Maybe you all are waiting to see what I can do? As I have said I have probably close to a 1000 pages of text from my Journal and want to try a different venue. Commentary is one thing, stories and such are a completely different stroke of the pen; I think that you'll agree.
A thought in time.
My old fashioned morals, like my old fashioned values dictate my behavior day to day.
Like my father before me I appear rough and impersonal, but more like the mollusk on the sea shore open me up and my true nature is seen.
My passion is honest and true; it burns brightly for those whom I choose to share it with, however I am quick to hide it away out of fear that I will be seen as weak. To my friends I am as loyal and true as your favorite hound; my devotion will not be easily swayed.
I do not speak openly about my convictions, but hold fast to them for they help hold me together: focused. My faith is my rock and my comfort.
I have loved and lost but that loss does not represent a chasm that cannot be crossed; for my love knows no boundaries and my memories have not yet faded with age.
My parents taught me well and my Father holds straight my course.
My journey though not newly formed, has not yet reached its end. Where I will go, who I will meet and how it will all unfold I do not know. Least it be said “WOW, what a journey.”