because of that I’ve been called shy, backwards, unsocial among other things
. . . but I am neither of these; I place a high value on my personal privacy. It has always been very hard for me to talk about myself, my accomplishments, my failures, and my personal life. On
those rare occasions when I do talk about myself, my life it feels like I’m either bragging or complaining and these are two things which I dislike. I have more than my share of pride, regrets and remorse; I have felt my head swell with pride and my heart sink with shame while hoping I could hold my composure and no one would notice.
A few days ago a friend told me that as an author I need to talk about myself, some of my
personal ups and downs in life . . . I still find that hard to do. I have been writing poems and proses since I was a teenager, I have three books out and the fourth book is due to be released soon; the poems, proses and stories in these books are my life. Each story has a part of me in them, my experiences, my accomplishments, my failures, my pride, joy and fear. I have faced danger with everything inside me wanting to run; I have walked away from trouble with everything inside me wanting to fight; I have had the personal feeling of both a hero and a coward . . . I am neither of those, it’s simply doing what had to be done at the time.
. . . to be continued . .