I can pinpoint the moment when I decided as an adult to write. Yes, it’s something I’ve always done, but before this particular moment, I didn’t really take it seriously, and I definitely didn’t devote any real time to it. On the evening of September 15, 2002, I began writing. I finished the story and saved it on September 16, 2002 at 1:08 a.m. I remember that moment distinctly. I hit the save button and sat back at my desk with a good, satisfied feeling. Finished. I began a story and wrote it all the way through to the conclusion. Bingo. This is what I’m meant to do. Whether anyone reads it or not.

And that’s how the path that led me here began. I’m glad Microsoft Word saves that information because I’m notoriously bad about keeping records. That moment in time may not mean anything to anyone else, but it does to me.

Anyway, the story I’m talking about is now available on my Free Fiction page. Check it out here: The Hitman. If you haven’t read “Your Mandala” yet and would still like to, it’s available below “The Hitman”. Leave a comment if you’d like. Scratch your name in a desk or two. Write on the bathroom stalls. Whatever.

Everybody’s got to express themselves someway, right?