Writing is a medium. I am a large. I try to fit into it as best I can, but I end up busting seams.
I and the family I have accumulated thus far reside among the mountains with the blue ridges, east of the plains and west of the sea. It is a place called home which had, for a time, been forgotten but to which I returned like a jolly revenant.
There are three things under which I am a student and for which I write this blog, yes even four things I love to learn and to describe. The created world, the conjured word, the glue between humans, and the love of God.
I call myself a writer because, good or bad, writing is what comes out of me more than anything else.