Sure, life can be pretty at times, but generally, it sucks. It's pretty doggone awful. But ain't that the fun part, making something worthy out of it?

I don't dare call myself an artist because I'm too much of a jack-of-all-trades to produce any semblance of the talented work that comes from practice. And I never thought to really call myself a writer because it was only recently that I really began to consider sharing my writing to the public. Instead, I like to say "I play." Because what else would I call any of this? 
I've never been one to like labels. Not even my name has felt right to me. I pursue different lives and different realities through writing and all the daydreaming that prompts it. 
Maybe someday, I'll be honest with myself. First, I'll have to find who that person is.