How does one even begin...

To tell any story? I guess there's really only one way to find out.

I'll try to keep this short (it's hard for me). If I had to sum up myself concisely, I would say that I'm a thinker, a dreamer, and an engineer.

It's hard to tell any story when you can't place any neat pertinent beginning to the story you are telling. If you really care to listen I can sit and link things back to memories of ~2 years old to today. I'll likely even realize many new things in connections in the middle of explaining.

I attended college right out of highschool, and earned my bachelors in computer science the fall of 2009. It was something I felt personally obligated to finish halfway through the degree, despite having no interest in it. I get bored with more of the same too fast, and it's frustrating to not find others who are able/willing to push past fears. In a world of unknown potential and boundless possibilities, how could one possibly tie themselves to a few things upon meeting a limit; a limit which can only be surpassed by stepping beyond into uncertain depths? If I was an omnipotent god ruler of everything, I could not think of a worse fate. To be unable to grow or surpass to anything more and to never have anyone who could come and operate on the same level, who would want that?

I feel writing is one such way for me to reach further unknown possibilities and convey things I think and feel to others. It was actually one of three strong considerations for schooling after high school, the other two being cooking and computer science. I have a wide array of interests, unfortunately the things that interest me in most any subject tend to be ones no one understands at all.

The day I stop thinking, is the day I stop learning; the very day I cease to learn, is truly the day I die.

I love creative writing, and honestly creativity in general. I hope I might be able to get some feedback at all here. I'm having a hard time finding the right places and people who will give a response to anything I deeply care about at all. I don't care if it's "good" or "bad", you won't hurt my feelings by being honest. I'd rather be wrong than right, I actually prefer being wrong. How else do I learn anything? If you feel I am making a horrible mistake, what friend would not say anything at all?

Dude, we are all aspiring writers here. Just think of something and post it!

You will get comments. We all share the same common interest here.

~ T.K

Sounds good, I'm liking what I'm seeing so far. Just got my first short piece up, and I'm going to check out reviewing others works now.

Hey Rinsuru.

I vaguely remember being two years old, I am pretty sure I was trying to eat catfood and steal the frog shaped mat that went under the cat bowl. Really special kid, I was.

Anyway! Welcome to YWS. Feel free to post any of your work, we have some talented writers and critics who should be able to help. Most people are pretty friendly, and if you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask- the people with green names are the moderators and should be able to help with most problems.

Enjoy yourself.

-Nutty

Hehe, I do recall trying bits of dog treats as a kid. They make some look just like real food, what kid wouldn't be at least curious?

I can still walk through our old house I lived at up until I was 5, and I can even describe quite a few misc events in pretty great detail. Like the many times I wondered what my dad was up too when he was doing drafting work on the kitchen nook table for devry. Then there was the times I'd ask my mom for some cassette tape of hers to 'sing along' to. (Was it bon jovi, or maybe it was van halen?)

I had figured out how to operate the radio/cassette player on my own. I'd then sing along with made up lyrics (whatever it was I thought they were singing). I remember checking throughly (or so I thought) prior to actually doing that everytime. To this day, my mom (and grandma) swear there is no way that I could have any first hand recollection of that. I can still accurately describe the corner our living room that I hooked it up at and a lot of other details...

My long term memory tends to both amaze and scare others. My short term memory, on the other hand, is not always so hot.

Nice. I put yogurt and coffee in my mother's tapedeck to see what kind of music came out. Needless to say, not much.