My writing began in February 2007. The exact date escapes me.
When my biggest case of writer’s block broke free? December 7th 2007.
I remember this date very well. I entered a hospital in Jacksonville, Florida for a craniotomy.
Over the course of twenty-three years in the navy, aboard nuclear submarines, alongside nuclear weapons; a tumor had grown in my head to the size of a plum. Only when it began to strangle my optic nerve did I get the kind of examination that discovered the meningioma.
Going under the knife seemed easy. All I had to do was show up; they'd take care of the rest. I remember waking up muddleheaded. My family stood around me talking with me. I heard them but could not speak clearly. An incredible thirst overwhelmed me. I clamored for a pen and paper. Feverishly I wrote. Before anyone could make out my message I passed out.
Four days later I awoke from my coma a changed man. I don't see. Others do, my wife does. I am different. One thing I'm thankful for, one thing I want to share in this blog; without saying so much, I finally got off my ass and took writing seriously. Writing requires writing. Seems like such a dumb statement as I see it written before me. Hope is a great thing, but hope without help can sour and die on the vine. Here's hoping all you would-be writers harvest your hopes and harness your passion.
Write your heart out and see your heart grow.