Recently, I began rewriting my bio. You see, I'm trying to focus on the postive and not play "the pity card." But I never realized readers were intereted in what I overcame to be a writer. The first time I considered going public with my limitation, I was worried readers would read of my disability, and think my writing had to suck. Why? Because I have permanent brain damage from a traumatic brain injury.
The best way to describe a TBI is Humpty Dumpty. At the end of the nursery rhyme, most of imagine the broken, once laughing egg as being beyond repair. The truth is, 'all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put Humpty together again.' Meaning, he was cobbled together but the inside was still scrambled. And oh, what a scramble it is.
For this, I am grateful I can read and there exists publishers with enough patience to support me in growing as a writer. I live in
a world inside my mind and I long to share it -this is my only real outlet.
I hope you enjoy your trip through my imaginings.