Something Different

I am not one (usually) to post stories I have written, but I thought I would try it. I am currently in the process of writing this one, so it will be rough. I suffered a personal trauma several years ago (you will know what it is from reading). I dont pretend that what I have written is "exactly how it happened." What it is is the factual via the emotional and spiritual, a representation of how I perceived and lived it And in part how I reflect upon it.

I also dont pretend to be any sort of magnificent writer. In fact they say to "write what you know," but in this case the trauma so absorbed me for so long, sometimes I cant decide if I can distance myself to it enough to get any sort of approximation of how I represent it. Thus, please, I welcome your comments, even criticisms/suggestions. But be nice, I am, as the saying goes, holding this one very close to my chest. Like I said I realize I am no great writer, I do not pretend to be one. This is just a sort of attempt at a cohesive emotional venting. If I were to envsion this as a book, what I am planning on posting would constitute a sort of "first section" of the book (as I still live, obviously, the journey continues...) even if Im not so sure where the story as a whole would yet go. So please, enjoy the next few posts. I have literally never let anyone read this because I am...well...sort of embarrassed at the whole thing. Thats why Im posting it on my blog, figuring that no one will read it even though it is in public.

But if you do read it, kind reader, let me know what you think.