I was a powerhouse of modern literature.
In, like, 9th grade.
Then I went to college, learned a bunch of amazing skills and techniques that honed my literary skill, sharpening it to epic…sharpness.
Then I forgot it all, in the wake of rum-drinking and ice-cream-shoppe-assistant-managing.
I had my heart broke.
Like actually broke. And I think I might be the first human being that’s ever happened to.
Then my writing got good again.
Except I was only writing about dragons and wizards.
So, not good.
Now I’m a little more serious. I write about robots too.
Two years ago, with pennies in my pocket (aka–my savings account) I made my way to the North Shore of Minnesota. And made something of myself. More or less.
I’m a struggling author that may or may not have a book on the horizon.
I pay my way via serving and what could be loosely-defined as ‘bartending.’
Two years ago, it was a prison sentence.
Now I don’t want to leave.
I also really like pizza and Transformers.
This blog is about writing in the same way that Ghostbusters was a horror film.
~ Mikel ~
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