"Why the long face, cutie?" Matthew walked...no...snuck up behind me on that fateful day. I remember staring out as the waves broke gently over shell-less, rock-less, life-less sand, trying not to cry ( Read more... )

It has recently come to my attention that someone believes I can actually write. Not content to have my deluded masses equal one, I've decided to check out LJ Idol and throw my figurative pen into the ring. So, consider this my Statement of Intent. What a loaded gun...