Updated: Aug 1, 2019
I've always had a passion for writing. As a kid I would write short stories, sharing them with my friends. Even before I learned how to read or write, I was drawing pictures that told a story. It was my dream, and by the time I was sixth grader, I knew that's what I wanted to be when grew up. Life doesn't always work out the way we think it will though.
I was clueless on where to begin as a writer, so I went with another dream and joined the United States Marines right out of highschool. By the time I was twenty-four, I had an honorable discharge a good working man's job and a son. Writing was still something I had done during that time, and I wrote many short stories. Some were good, some were not, but none of them were published. They were for me, my enjoyment and for friends to read. I had no idea where to even begin on getting published, and the internet wasn't quite yet what it is today. So life went on, I had more children, bought a home, and was living the normal American life. Things would change again though. I got really sick, so sick that I could no longer work. I'll never forget the day, because it was my fortieth birthday in the year 2016. I was diagnosed with a rare cancer called Adenoid Cystic Carcinoma, and my life would never be the same.
That summer I had to fly to Los Angeles, to have surgery. The surgery was too complex to be done in Reno. The three weeks I was in the hospital were some of the hardest and strangest days of my life, but I'll save what happened then, at least the strange parts for another time. The cancer had spread to my eye, brain, and carotid artery. My carotid artery had to be removed and replaced with a vein from my arm.
After the surgery, I couldn't walk, I couldn't talk, and my wife at the time left me, because she no longer saw me a romantic way. I deep depression came over me. I did slowly learn to walk again, my speech never fully returned though. So I started writing a journal. I wrote about some pretty dark feelings I was feeling. I was at my lowest rock bottom. The only thing keeping me going was my kids, and writing. Due to my nature I had a lot of time for both. It felt good to write, and though the circumstances were harsh I was thankful I had this time to write.
I began writing a book in January of 2019, it was an unpolished idea I'd always wanted to explore and now I had a little bit of life experience and time, so I dove into it. It was a fictional story about a doctor, that may have discovered a cure for cancer, but he allegedly committed suicide. The main character is a PI that has set out to figure the truth behind it, and encompasses many conspiracies along the way. It was fun to write it and really got me through some tough times. I finished the first book in March. It's not too long, only about 90 pages, but sets up for the sequel I'm working on now that is going to be much longer.
While I was writing the first book things in my life started to change fast, and in a good way. I ended up getting real close to my crush from Junior High thru High School. So close that we ended getting married last April. Things happened crazily fast, and I know that it must have looked crazy, but when something is right, strangely it just falls into place.
I never published my book, at least not yet. I'm still doing final revisions, and seeing where it takes me. But that's not really the point of this blog. The point of this blog is that I want to write every day, and I want to share my writing with others whether I fail at it or not, I'm ready to be judged on it, sink or swim. Maybe get better like the Marines taught me, "perfect practice makes perfect."
My goal is to write daily about the things that interest me, and for the most part that is the strange and the weird happenings of real life. Things like UFO's, conspiracies, unsolved mysteries, missing persons. I'm not a believer in most of these things, as I really try to look at things with logic. But I am super open minded with a lot of love, and a part of me really wants to believe. And really you never know, sometimes the strangest things end up being true.