I love the challenge of trying to adapt and adopt a new way of doing old things to a better or different outcome.

I really found my calling, so called, when the Internet began to materialize in the mid 90's. I went to a digital-coming out conference in tiny. but plugged in Camden, Maine for a series of speakers and presenters on a digital enabled future.  The two and half days was held in a renovated former playhouse where giant screens of PPT's convinced me that a significant and profound change in publishing was afoot. 

I wanted so badly to be part of it. I started the journey then that defines my commercial life now. 

I love words in the same way that I love drops of water. When assembled into a dribble, they give sustenance and lubricate the organs that allow our brains to be in control of our output. Words are a lot like water. They give nourishment to the brain in much the same way and when taken together in a collective of consciousness, control the output of our intellect, which they underwrite and of our emotions as humans. 

Our words and how we use them define us all, regardless of race, religion, or geography.

As I start to marshall the memories and experiences of my life into crucibles and craft of my life, it is with trepidation of their reveal.