My name is Troy. My first, truest, and ultimate love is self-expression. I've been writing since the third grade, when our teacher made us write a story for class. That did it for me. I was hooked. I'm 30 now; I was 9 then. I've taken long breaks over the years, but I've never completely stopped, not even during my more depressed and doubtful times. Horror, science fiction, and fantasy are my fortes, though I have branched out: screenplays, poetry, philosophies, short stories, coming-of-age dramas, action, suspense ... you name it, I wrote it. One of the biggest contributors, I believe, to why I enjoy it so much, is because since childhood, I've had a crippling social anxiety disorder. When I'm around crowds or people I don't know, I freeze up, become very quiet. My heart pounds against my chest. I used to even black out and have panic attacks (very unpleasant experience, in case you never had one before). Don't know why I was always shy and awkward. Kids in school made it even worse. So, since I couldn't express myself verbally, I guess I used writing as a second form of communication. Strangely enough, I feel closer to God (or some divine force) whenever I have that spark of creativity. I feel like I'm closer to something larger than myself. It's actually like taking medicine.
So I guess this is where I say I start writing blogs to expose myself further out into the world. I don't care if I'm rich, or famous, or popular, or whatever. I just want my stories to reach people. To show people a side of myself I never could before, especially as a kid when I needed to most. I want people to read something of mine and understand where I'm coming from, to take people on a journey into a brave new world they've never seen before. I want to share a part of my soul with humanity.
If you're interested in checking out any of my work, it's all available on Amazon.com. Just type my name in the spacebar there and my ebooks will come up. :)
Great post can't wait to see more from you.
ReplyDeleteYour post touches on a lot on my situation as well. Awkwardness, need for communication, the search for the spirit . . . ditto.
ReplyDeleteOh, and those damn panic attacks. I remember reading Poe and falling in love with the idea of the demon-haunted life. Then I grew up and my own little demons took to gobbling up my serotonin -- the Roderick Usher life doesn't seem as groovy now.
Good luck on the blog. I try to keep mine going, but the posting in anemic and the viewership is, well, non-existent.
Thanks, Mike. Yeah, I've had panic attacks and those aren't fun at all. I can't imagine dying being too much scarier.
DeleteI get some viewers and subscribers to my blog, but wish people would visit a little more regularly. Spreading the word is pretty easy; making it so people take the time out of their busy day to join isn't :)
You can feel free to subscribe if you wish. I try to update it at least once a week.