I used to write a lot. When I was a kid I wrote stories and kept first a diary then a journal (the difference as far as I can tell is that a diary says “my diary” on the front and has a little lock to keep unwanted readers out while a journal is just a blank book for recording the same thoughts that would go in a diary.) Then I wrote papers for college. Then a thesis and another thesis and a dissertation and then I stopped writing. Well, except for the occasional journal entry in which I bitched about any number of things that I thought were wrong with my life. But nothing I would consider real writing because I figured I didn’t have anything to say since there were no stories clamoring to come out and since I figured acting was my creative outlet.
I was wrong. It turns out I do have stories to tell; they are just buried inside my head and need (only) a little coaxing to come out, which I realized when I was in Panama studying Spanish. For homework assignments my teachers often asked me to write stories to practice using verb tenses correctly. My first story, El Campéon, was an exercise in using the present tense. I discovered while writing it that a. I can write in Spanish (who knew?) and that b. I may not have any idea what’s in there before I start writing but there is something in there. And so I’ve been writing for the past month or so. Every day. Then I decided that I’d like to share my writing and if I’m going to share my writing, I might as well get started. So Dave set up this blog and here I am. I’m posting the stories I wrote in Panama first because they are complete as they are and I like them. I plan to post pretty regularly to keep me writing regularly and to keep me writing for an audience, even if that audience is only in my imagination.
So welcome to my blog. Enjoy.