Forrest L. Rawls is a student of the human condition, wielding the written craft to enrapture the mind much like an artist wields a brush. The pages are a blank canvas on which to draw from a talent heralded by many and matched only by an imagination that rises to the task.

Do you  think this is true of me? I think it is in part. I am one that says I can write well. Well really can I? Well, I say no. I have many things in my head that want to come out, but many things that have a hard time, so they show up in dreams. Dreams I'm a big dreamer, and I'm one who wants those dreams to come true. However, the only way is to show those who want to read my work, that I'm creative, and I do have some unique thoughts.

If you like, don't like, or want more. Just leave a comment tell me what you think. Be as honest as possible, don't lie. Don't think you'll hurt my feelers. Nothing can hurt me, but only make me a stronger writer. Thank you for coming to my profile thank you for reading about my thoughts and dreams. 

Oh, and for those who have read Where the Red Fern Grows and Summer of the Monkey's yes, Wilson Rawls is my 2nd cousin. He passed away when I was 4 so no, I wasn't able to talk to him before he pasted.