I am a human being. I have an obsessive visual and aural memory and I like my writing when it is seized in that obsessive recounting of memories. I am all about the ‘I’. My world is pretty small and I do some serious navel-gazing. You could call me a narcissist.
Type A adjusting, figuring out. A new life for me. It’s hard.
I play music and appreciate it more than anything. I have amassed a mountain of debt to go to law school. Now it is done. Bar exam in a few days.. what will I do?
Structure is very important to me, even though I fail to build (a good) one myself.
I almost never read any more, other than the online junk foods. Thus my writing has very little substance. But I write here. And you read here. Or it is good-bye here. Well, I suppose you may come back. I am probably going to stay here.