Confession of a dreamer

I'm gonna go out on a limb here and make myself vulnerable to the public. That's if anyone is listening or looking. Checking......1,2,3. Check, check! Like Martin Luther King jr., I have a dream. I haven't really shared this with too many people since I moved to Canton, Ohio over ten years ago. Back home is where my writing began. Back home is Hamilton, Ohio. A small town good enough for me. At first, it came out like a drip from a faucet. It kept dripping so I stopped turning the faucet off. Then it began to flow like a river so I got myself a canoe and a paddle. I wanted to see where it was going to take me. I had some of my material published in anthologies, newspapers, magazines and a chapbook that I had self-published. I was on the front page of my hometown newspaper. There it was for all to see. If I had never accomplished anything else in life that was all I needed to feel like I was somebody for the very first time. How cool was that? Then, to top it off I was selected along with two other very talented writers and speakers, to appear on a local television program. That was an awesome feeling to be of a chosen few to do so.  That was over ten years ago. I shudder at the thought of what might have happened to me and my writing career if I had still been living back home. I am a writer. I always was. I put it away until it was time. And that time is right now. I love to read and write. I have since I was a small boy. Currently I am working on my memoirs among other projects. I have written songs and music that was actually recorded in a real, live studio. No kidding! Just when I thought it couldn't get any better. And ofcourse, there's the poetic voice that's crying out for release. As fast as the current is coming I think I might need a life jacket this time around. The first trip was calm and serene. This one is leading me to unchartered waters, but my guide is well aware of what lies ahead.