It is the night of Saturday, February 3rd 2024. I am at the moment sitting at a table watching over a room with sleeping homeless men and women as I work my shift at a shelter. In this quiet night, with just the silent snores and grumbles of the unconscious, I find time to write, write my first entry into this personal blog, a blog which only I will probably ever read. I have been planning to start writing seriously for several years, but I have only just now begun my first entry. I am a young writer. Filled with the excitement and spirit of adventure characteristic of my age, I begin this journey with optimism for what I could potentially achieve and what type of writer I will eventually become at the end of this long journey called life. Will I end up writing frightening horror, exciting sci-fi/fantasy, or heart wrenching romance? Perhaps my talents will lead me to become a great nonfiction writer, dabbling in such disciplines as philosophy and/or politics. Whatever I do, I want to b...