A quick introduction, feel free to skip it (it won't hurt my tough shell). My name is Anthony; pronounce it with the 'th' then you are likely going to discover that I'm not a fan of that, grinds my gears so-to-speak (instead I should have been called Antony). Anywho I began my voyage of the pen to paper when I was knee high to a grasshopper, around 8 which was the first time that I apparently 'attempted' (I say attempted although I don't have any memory of actually doing it) to write my first novel. I fell off the writing wagon as I moved into early teens, regaining at the age of fourteen where I came up with an idea... that idea I'm still with (now aged nineteen, yes, I'm knocking on a bit).
Right all that boring stuff is out of the way I can at least mention some other stuff. The name of this particular thread I chose as I believe it reflects my writing life (not the actual writing itself), no. Instead it reflects the 'trouble' the written word (or obsession with it, which is probably more accurate
) has caused... typically between those who believe it not to be an achievable goal. Anyway, I thought between my watching of a newly acquired boxset "Clint Eastwood Dirty Harry Collection", (Yup I'm a fan of Clint Eastwood, especially the Westerns.
One last thing, you'll learn to hate me in the grammar department, it's not my strongest point and is apparently a side affect of my disability with numbers (these things are apparently not clean-cut, either that or they just told me that to make me feel better). One thing I've learned thus far in my life is that really, algebra really isn't needed, ha.
