When I was eleven years old and first started on my journey to being a writer I was a far cry from being anything of the like and I was a poor reader as well. However, I had a way with sewing words together and creating feeling and impact for the reader. I enjoyed creating that stream of one for one consciousness between the reader and the writer. I wanted to get better at the art. I found a means of directing my thoughts and energy toward something in the positive I could achieve a level of success in. I thought maybe just maybe I could find a career I could be independent in.

Fast forward twenty plus years I haven’t achieved that climb to the summit of highest ambition in the regard to writing but I have grasped the mountain and kept up my pace toward grasping small goals along the way. I have had a taste of independence as a professional freelancer for most of my life off and on.  It has for the most part been my normal and most comfortable way of receiving nourishment for my male pride to grow in self worth.

I have learned and accepted this factor about myself.  I’ve never had a nine to five job. I doubt in fact if I ever will or If I would desire such. I’m very much an independent to my very bones.  Though it is not easy being an independent minded fellow some times. I enjoy change and find boredom in the mundane and factory like settings of restrictive lights, boring rules. Freedom isn’t free however and humans must play the game of services and goods at one level or another. So I do play the short game until I can get this writing game going properly.

L. M. Parker.