What Have I Done? Is This a Pandora's Box Of Sorts?

Hi.

I was once told to start with a simple "Hello", and the only thing simpler then "Hello" is "Hi". In all cordinallness I would then start this with an introduction. So I've attached a self portrait that my brother used on his facebook profile, since we must look alike because he is my brother (adoptive brother) and I am lazy, I have stolen it. It exists in the left corner of the screen. If you subtract the hair, it is a portrait more aligned with my drawing ability. Which as you can tell is quite impressive. This is my introduction. "Good To Meet You". We smile...you may laugh...I'm funny. yay...now what the heck have I started? What am I doing? Is this a Pandora's Box of sorts? (if you don't know what "Pandora's Box" is, I will not judge you for googling it.)

I am writing a book. I like to think I am a writer (although I may not be at all). The title: Wanderings of a Broken Hearted Boy. It is true. It is real. It is raw. It is authentic. It is me. It being "ME" makes me nervous. I am random and weird, so my nervousness makes complete sense. I have a lot of stories. Here are some: I grew up a not quite, kind of sort foster kid. I went to college. I was not supposed to, it happened after working full time. I spent multiple hours in the same room with a domesticated pet alligator, name Alice. I have been homeless. I have planned on dropping out of college. I now have a Masters degree (don't be impressed they give them to anyone, maybe not). I now have a job. I have dreams. I have a hope to write for my job.

This circular thinking leads me back to the fact that in order to be a writer that can truly be heard I need to have a platform. A platform. I am short so this platform should be relatively tall so as to let people hear me. This is my platform. But I am small so my platform has plenty of room to share. I am one person with a lot of stories. I want to share those stories with you. I want to help us do whatever it is "us" wants to do. I have no clue how to do that. But I can tell you stories. I can tell you my story and the stories of those I see in this world. We can do something awesome by being real. Through real stories. Real questions. Real hopes.

That's what this is.
Me.
You.
Real.

The reality is that this could be an epic fail. My book could be an epic fail. I am hesitant to post this...to make this a reality. But what if by some strange, weird reality we start a conversation that inspires people, to be...well, themselves?

So join me on the journey of writing a book. Of being real. Of Living Life.

Oh and Tell your friends. Tell your neighbors. Tell you cat, dog, ferret, badger, or gopher. Tell your sister. Tell your brother. Tell your computer..Hell Tell anyone! Lets journey together!