Texturing our lives

Focus. Everyone thinks this is the way to arrive at a gaol and indeed it is. Yet I have found that when I allow each project to lead me down an adjacent road, my life becomes richer. For example, I am first and foremost a writer. For me, writing is like breathing and I canot live without expressing my thoughts with verbal images. And so I write.
Writing taught me to create verbal pictures so people could SEE what I meant and that ultimately led me to painting. Painting put me in touch with the visual world and forced me to explain the pictorial images I create both to myself and to others. This led to essays and stories, based in fact and colored by my imagination. From there I created eleven novels and endless short stories half fact half fiction (the THOUGHTS WHILE WALKING THE DOG SERIES & STARVING HEARTS). When I started doing readings from these books, I realized I could hold an audience and that led to stand up comedy, story telling and acting. Will it ever end? Not as long as I am alive. Focus? Maybe not. Wonderful, exhilarating, ever stimulating? Yes.