When I was a young man I had a desire to do something creative, but I didn’t know what that thing was. I tried various outlets to express myself: I painted, I made wood cuts and wood engravings, I taught myself to carve stone. I sold a few pieces but something was missing, and that thing was writing. When I first seriously gave writing a chance (I’d only dabbled up to this point) I found a mechanism for expressing myself without which I would have led an emptier, less fulfilled life. Writing has given me so much, I (ironically) cannot put it into words…

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