So I was talking to my friend. This seemed like a prime outlet. I have these random ideas for stories, always have. I remember sitting in my living room, around the time Max Payne was released (no not the movie, the original game), and writing a chapter based off of the story on my ancient Palm Pilot. Yes that was not so long ago but a vivid memory. I always attempted to draw as soon as I could hold pen to paper (or crayon in this case). I drew everything, from zebras to dinosaurs. Never was too fond of buildings or cars though. While I drew I conjured stories. I fixated the artwork around that central point that I was thinking of at the time. I would compare those drawings to my pathetic attempt at concept art.
Moving on though, I realized. I need to begin writing these stories, somewhere. I would pull out a notebook and begin scribbling down all these thoughts but half the time those end up in the garbage. I know I can come on this computer and pull up my ideas. Also, I want people to read them. Give me insight, please.
In addition, I want to just write. I mean in the big scheme of things what I do or what I want to share really isn't that important, I know. Reading it though, for me, is a way for me to analyze and further appreciate my life. Hell, people may even enjoy it.
Thanks for reading. I look forward to sharing with whomever decides to read this. By the way, Prototype...amazing.
