What to say, what to say....
Well, firstly, hello, dear reader of my autobiographical ramblings.
Ríght now, that small elf in the back of your head might have posed the question "What is this person about?"
The truth is less fantastical than I want to admit. 
I'm a novice writer. 
I am shy, awkward and when I see someone across the table, scanning my work, it's all I  can do to restrain myself from snatching it away and fiercely apologizing for ever beginning to write. For those reasons, I stopped writing for the longest time. I feared that my words were weak and that I would create the worst thing to ever be written or typed in all of history. Because of my insecurities, I've become rusty. However, every part of my being desires to write. The very muscles in my arms ache, my fingers itch and my soul craves to create beautiful, wonderful words that might have the pleasure to touch even just one other person. 
I've decided to put myself out there, thirsting to grow and evolve as a writer and hopefully reach a heart or two. 
I can be awfully sarcastic, sometimes graphic and oh, let's not forget, a bit dramatic. I will try my best to deliver and listen to you, so long as I never lose me. So, if you are now intrigued, I have one simply question for you, my dear reader:
Will you accompany me on my journey? 
After all, there is only one way to prosper from a dirty spout. You must turn it on and let it run itself clear.
So let's have some fun, okay?


Sincerely, 
August