Bill is a writer of prose, a poet in his own mind, and self-proclaimed master of words. Long-windedness is due the personal enjoyment of his inside jokes, most of which fall on deaf ears. He calls himself an Author.
Being asked to explain myself as an author has yielded horrendous inner turmoil, me of the introverted persuasion. From my earliest days, fibs spilled out of my trembling lips when mother demanded to know what I was up to. Those who knew SARGE know that her shout brought fear to a dead rock and made even the clouds stand still. There is in me, deep within the psyche, an avoidance mechanism broken since time remembered. Whatever the technical definition of my malady, I will attempt to explain my journey into authorship with as much honesty as I can muster.
Translation: creative license will be used to polish my image wherever I can get away with it.
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