I do not consider myself a Real Writer, by any means.  In my artistic parlance, a Real Writer sits down and does the thing because they absolutely must express in just this very way or die a thousand deaths somewhere deep inside.  Me, not so much.

There are and have been some stories or songs that will not leave me in peace until they’re born, however.  It turns out I do so very much love Having Written.

Here’re some samples of writing (I’ve written some songs, but they’re under “Singing”):