chriswessells
Chris Wessells
Jul 16, 2012, 6:48 AM
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Diving into the icy waters without regard for hypothermia
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Hello
My passion for writing is new, in a way. I have journaled all my life. My journals are many and filled with a few sentences, and entries coded from sanitation as to only I can decipher the meaning. I was afraid people would read them. I was afraid of letting the demons and angels escape my head onto the random scrawling on the page. I was compelled to continue writing the empty pages all my life. I have over twenty years of journals, half filled with vague grey mass. I should have been a cryptographer.
As I grew older I became more brave, or carefree. Not carefree in a youthful fun sense, but care-free as in I really don't care because I am going to die in the next half of my life and there is so much to do and say I don't want any regrets sort of care-free. So now I am trying to catch up on twenty years of empty pages. Now I am trying to mold the vague grey mass into David and humbly offer it to the world.
I have always wanted to share my voice with the world. I just hated writing in school. I am too OCD and analytical for english prose. The rules don't make sense. There are so many exceptions i before e except after c, blah, blah, blah. I don't want to memorize rules and exceptions, I just want the movies and plays out of my head so I can feel some peace. So I can sleep. It is 4:45 am. The sleepless morning began at 3:31 am because my mind wouldn't quit. I turned on the light, grabbed my pen and wrote in my journal. The scribbling links thoughts into piles of ideas that really make sense to me. One pile of particular importance was the desire to be published, so here I am. I am Chris, and this is the first step in the journey of 1000 miles.
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