I was bullied as a kid.

A skinny Philly kid.

I wanted to escape the bullies.

I wanted to find my strength.

So I wrote songs, comic books, and tape recorder radio shows.

Creativity saved me.

My soul.

My heart.

Creativity provided me a wellspring of hope.

Of laughter.

Of love.

I wanted that in my life.

So I made it.

Made it up.

Created it.

Saved myself.

I created, I created, I created.

Most of it failed.

But I’ll never stop creating.

I don’t know.

Maybe I will.

But for now, I write every day.

Each blog post makes me a better writer.

I guess I'm going to write tomorrow.

I have to go on writing.

Stayin' alive.