When I was a kid, I thought by the time I am my current age that I would be living on Mars, another planet or even another dimension. Hell, I can't even absorb college algebra so I will probably never get a college degree let alone an advanced degree in rocket science. As lacking as I am in my left brain skills, I have been very blessed indeed to have a more than a modicum of creative ability that has manifested in a variety of mediums. These artistic impulses gave me solace in what I can only describe as a miserable childhood and youth. Much of what I created has been lost in my travels, destroyed in fits of pique or sold to people who found them worthy of the asking price. In dreams and in my mindwanderings I retain a memory of everything I created.
In the last few years I have found a new talent that I wish to develop and thanks to a community college English instructor by the name of Sharon Colangelo I am pursuing that new path. I will miss my chisels, canvasses and paints, but I now find those tools too unwieldy to take with me on my flights of fancy. The only tools I need now are a pen, a piece of paper or a laptop, and words to fuel my journey.
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