GerrardSans

Oftentimes I struggle translating my thoughts into lines on a page (or more recently, symbols on a screen). I blame it on the insurmountable feeling that, no matter how hard I try or how many words my neurons can slap together, they will never compare to the extraordinary works of all my favorite (mostly dead) writers and heroes. But then, I am reminded of the fact that most of them died in misery and their awesomeness recognized only after they were 6 feet under, and my heart gets the slightest sliver of hope.

I write (mostly) about anything that sparks my imagination. There is always a story to be told, all we gotta do is "tell the truth." Like C.S. Lewis once said, 
"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it."

This section, like my life and the majority of the stories I write, will remain largely unfinished and under-construction. 
I will eventually publish something, one way or another.