I’ve been a professional writer for more than 15 years and my experience stretches from technical to business, brand, advertising, speeches, papers, novels and narrative screenwriting. I’ve written more than 35 screenplays, ghost written two novels, designed and written creative and strategic campaigns for more than 125 companies globally and created startup documents for more than 55 brave entrepreneurs; I’m supposed to categorize this in today’s world so I can be categorized for some fucking job search database.
I can’t. I can’t categorize it; any of it.
I’m a writer, plain and simple; have been since I could pick up a crayon. My mom would tell stories of my writing, as a child, in these caveman-esque tomes to a babe that consisted of rudamentary drawings (about the same level of skill as I have today with a sketch pad) and run on sentences of sounds and made up child jibberish. What seemed silly to most who saw it, or so the story goes, was clearly an epic tale to me. I would stand in front of my “reader” (nearest adult) and point to the pages as I acted out some story that obviously made sense to me (kind of like today), and didn’t matter if it made sense to anyone else.
When I was very young, she threw me copies of “Catcher in the Rye,” “Walden,” “The Old Man and the Sea,” “Frankenstein,” “For Whom the Bell Tolls,” and a stack of about ten additional and very important titles including “The Communist Manifesto,” “Fire in the Belly” and Salman Rushdie’s “The Satanic Verses” as well as a healthy dose of Burroughs, Miller and Thompson.
I became obsessed, of course with the writing, but more with the lives these people must have led to be able to do what was before me.
I became obsessed with the artists’ motivation. In a lot of cases, there was tragedy and in a lot of cases there was love. In every case, however, there were extremes. I began to connect with this wanton desire the artists that shaped my obsession seemed to all share and I began to pursue every aspect of my life with the passion of a man hell bent on experiences every notch of every spectrum of feeling and emotion I could find!
I live to the absolute fullest.
I laugh to the extreme edge of insanity.
I work like you get to take it with you.
I play like it’s my last day… every day.
One day, I will love with the passion of a thousand armies.
And then I will write about it all… because I am a writer.