Let me tell you a story

I resisted this for years.

In spite of being my (misguided, naive) job of choice as a youth, I never tried to actually become a writer.  There were bills to pay, and I knew, just knew, that I would not be able to pay the bills with writing.

I was probably right.

Armed with my wisdom of the years I have lived I now realize that I did not make a mistake by not trying to become a professional writer.  I would have failed.

Of course, I failed at a lot of other things, and made many other mistakes, so if I had pursued becoming a professional writer, it would have just added on to an already lengthy list of mistakes and missteps.

So why would I start this project now?  I have stories to tell.  I have the freedom to tell them on my own terms.  And most importantly, the statute of limitations has expired for most of them.

All stories I claim to be “true” are “true” stories.  I put “quotes” on “true” because truth can be subjective.  I am fallibly human, and thus have an imperfect memory, emotional baggage, and a necessarily self-centered perspective.  What I experience may not be what is perceived by an impartial observer.  And thus these “true” stories are colored by the Jeremy shaded glasses through which I view the world.

So, join me in a story telling session.  Enjoy, as you can.  And if you do enjoy a story here, feel free to let me know with a comment or an email.

Now, get comfortable, and let me tell you a story…