Written on June 17th, 2007
I've loved to write ever since I was a child - poetry, short stories, a novella. I got a Masters in Creative Writing and spent many years as a promotion writer for Blue Chip corporations. But it wasn't until I traversed the landscapes of Hieronymus Bosch hopped up on crank and LSD, and lived to tell about it, that I became a real writer. If you want to know what I mean, check out Invisible Driving by Alistair McHarg on Amazon.com - to read sample chapters just visit invisibledriving.com. What I've learned is that anyone can be clever with words, and with practice, most folks can be precise, even elegant with them. But to be a writer you need to have something to say and the intestinal fortitude to say it.