Hi anyone who takes the time to read this, nice to meet you, sort of... 
So about me... Like everyone else I am on a journey of discovery, who am I? Where am I going? Are these people around me good or bad for me? Is this all there is? Will I ever find out? 
I often have battles with my thoughts. In the Red corner an evidence based, boring analytical fact monger continually searching for the truth and in the Blue corner the dreamer,  the Space Cadet, the, What If! guy trying  to make sense of the existential universe we find ourselves in.  
I am a walking talking, breathing contradiction, a chameleon, re-inventing, remolding, hiding in plain site. 
It pains me to write, to open up myself for ridicule. I am not very well educated academically, my spelling and grammar is poor, borderline dyslexia. I really read but I am taking steps to rectify this. I am more of an observer and a gatherer of emotions and human interactions.  
Why become a writer? Because all this imagination and emotion needs an outlet plus hopefully I can make a few bob. 
I need a legacy and I believe that writing and leaving behind my words will mean I live on...  somewhere.