A Note From Myself

I am constantly struggling with the notion that whenever I write something people won't be interested in reading it. I assume that this complex is due to being born and raised around people who really have no interest in reading (excluding my parents as it was them who instilled the joys of the written word in me from the beginning). It isn't uncommon for those who want to be a writer to feel self-conscious about their own work but it is the ability to see past your own self doubt and to write not to please others but to simply please yourself.

I have played with the idea of perusing my love of writing with more serious endeavours, and the same doubts always show up. Do I have the talent? Do I have the drive and the discipline to push through the doubt and bouts of writers block? I would of course be lying if I said I knew the answer to these questions, but what I do know is that I will continue to write whether I have the talent or not or whether millions of people read my work or just one. It isn't these things that bring me joy but merely the elation I feel when something that was nothing more than a day dream to begin with finally comes together to form a piece of fiction. I tell you this because if you are here then you will be able to read some of my work that I have deemed readable, even if it just barely made the grade. I invite comments good and bad from anyone but that isn't the reason why my work is here. I am not looking for a pat on the back or a well done but merely a chance to allow those who may be interested in my work a chance to see what my day dreams are like. I'm sure if my primary school teachers ever stumbled upon this website they would find it fascinating to finally know where I used to drift off to in their classes.

To finish I want to thank those of you who have bothered to have a read at my work and I hope you find it at least as half as entertaining as I had writing it.

Enjoy.

M. S. McGraw