ghostwrtr57

Thanks for visiting. Please feel free to comment on anything or everything that you notice. Life is a dance, you learn as you go and I can’t feel your feet as I trod upon your toes, so I have to assume you like dancing with me. For the past 20 plus years, I have been a frustrated financial analyst – frustrated by the fact that my creative, color-blind self has been rotting, or at very least festering under a rock while my right brain continues to earn paychecks. My right brain owns a house, several cars, and children and is attempting to make tuition payments while keeping the closets stocked with food stuffs. My left brain could care less about the concept of ownership and would very much like to be left alone to live in the shack down the hill from Ted Kaczynski’s place. While the nun’s called me a number of things as they beat me into submission, I preferred it when they called me a ‘class clown’. My writings or ramblings as the nuns more accurately called them are a cross between Bob Newhart and Tom Clancy; without either or their inherent talents. I am trying to put together a bio and synopsis of my first novel (for lack of a better word), and I am realizing that while everyone has an opinion on what they think should go into a bio, and how a synopsis should be assembled, no one agrees on anything specific and it all leaves me with the same feeling I got when I was trying to screw up the courage to ask my first girlfriend out on my first date. I’m so convinced that she’s going to laugh at my efforts that I’m having a really tough time dialing the last digit of her phone number. One of these days, I’ll figure it out.