Focus…                   

My point must inexorably come to this… I have lately found my happier moments on projects that help promote writers. My day job permits me to help people get their computers working again. The feeling of every successful job is indescribable by comparison.

                I strive to be acknowledged, to be recognized and to be remembered and I know that is a selfish thing. I strive to accomplish things and to tell a story – that’s why I am a writer, that is why I tinker with web design. I have a voice and a means to be heard. Despite all our differences, despite we may come from worlds apart and speak different languages, we all share the same feeling when we make someone happy and glad to be alive. I am finding greater purpose in what I do. I helped conjure a writers group in my hometown where I help members with their writing projects (afterhourauthors.org). I designed and built a website to promote a very unique initiative to promote self-published writers to help them gain exposure for their efforts (spaigroup.com). This is where I find fulfillment.

                I will not fear death, I will welcome it when it welcomes me for I know I will have lived.