Reality and Mortality
It's been one of those weeks. I don't know how to describe it accurately, which means this post is going to be a bunch of words that, at times, will ramble, will make little sense, or will be so poignant to some of you that you will simultaneous appreciate and regret reading them. Yes, it's going to be one of those posts. Over the years I've been writing this blog, one thing about which I have not been shy is my own emotional state. As a writer I firmly believe that I have to be honest on these pages if I'm to earn your readership and respect. I've shared a lot about myself, from my failures, including failed marriages, to my triumphs, and pretty much everything in between. There's not a lot about this writer you haven't come to learn since I first began this blog on July 27, 2011, with the exception of my true, given name; even astute readers, however, have probably come to figure that out fairly easily, as well. One prominent aspe...