Who am I kidding
An above average exposure to literature,
a clever turn of the phrase - in high school...
a seventeen year old ghost story - unpublished and
rewritten more times than I can count...
are these reasons to think that I can write?
They say that a writer must write,
he wakes in the morning with the burning desire to write;
writer's always have something they feel they must say,
writers are born not taught,
writers need cats...
I don't need to write - in fact I look for excuses not to...
I wake in the morning with the burning desire to pee,
take some ibuprofen,
and go back to bed.
Most of the time, I find silence is best.
The only thing I think I was born for was being a daddy,
I am that but not nearly in the capacity that I want to be.
I skirted my way through english and high school composition courses
by offering creative versions of my assignments,
I can't say that they were well written,
but a creative essay will stand out in a stack of "reports".
Composition I - Junior College : I was distracted to the point where I ultimately
had to drop the course.
I am allergic to cats...
I love the feeling of sharing my work with my friends,
and though many of them find talent in my work,
I think that is more their hearts speaking than their heads...
I have wonderful friends...
© Frank Tona writing as Rusty McCormick, December 2004