*YAWN* Wha? Huh? Where am I?

Hello all. As you have probably guessed, I'm new here. I'm finding the site informative and interesting.I've always wanted to write and be a writer, and I've written off and on since I was eight. Like many, I did not make the time to pursue it. Fortunately for me, Valerie, my life partner, and the most wonderful woman in the world, when told of my dream; looked me in the eye and said: "Go for it. I've got you covered." So here I am. Nothing published as of yet, unless you count a letter I sent home from Desert Shield/Desert Storm that ended up in the local paper. Yep, I spent ten years in Uncle Sam's College for Wayward Boys (Army, Infantry)where I was able to see a large share of the world, and several places I'd rather not see again. I'm still working on my degree from the school of Hard Knocks.

I enjoy reading most anything. My writing tends to lean towards the mystery/thriller/suspense genre. Although, I have an idea for a western and a fantasy novel that I may get around to writing eventually. I am looking forward to meeting, and learning from all of you. Now I must get back to writing, or thinking about writing, or something like that.

gclare said:

Welcome aboard...soldier. Hope you enjoy it here--have you thought of switching the order your first two initials?

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No, that thought hadn't occured to me. I detest my middle name and I generally don't use my middle initial. You get major points for originality.
Yes, Wildman is my real last name and you can bet I hear about it each and every time I meet someone new. If I only had a nickel for the all the times I've heard:

Are you a real Wildman?
How did you get a name like that? (which gets the "I was born with it." answer if I don't feel like explaining my Heinz-57 heritage)

It's a great last name, a great icebreaker at times, and it only hurts if I try to live up to it. I still have those scars.


Thanks for the welcome all.

Ol' Fashioned Girl said:

First of all, thank you for your service.

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You're welcome.

Thank all of your for the kind welcome. I apologize for not getting to this sooner, but I was kidnapped. I had just finished some BIC time and was taking a break. After a trip to the coffee pot I thought, "Hmm, I'll check out this new forum I've joined."

So, there I was in my spiderman costume, mindlessly surfing, reading posts, and finding answers to my questions, when I stumbled into a post titled: Learn Writing With Uncle Jim. That sounded interesting and one can never learn enough, so I clicked through and began to read.

Within moments I was sucked down into the vortex by the gravitational pull of the information provided there. There I am happily reading along and thinking.

"What a nice guy this Jim MacDonald is, sharing all this wonderful information with us. Hmmm. MacDonald, MacDonald. that name sounds familar."

"No, it can't be that MacDonald, as he's not been with us for some time now. If it is him, and these posts are from the beyond, as soon as I stop reading I'm calling my dealer, err therapist and see if I can't score a year's supply of valium or something." *More reading while subconcious mind begins nudging me.* Dum dee dum dum.

"Yes Pat, I'd like to buy a clue please."

(Insert moment of revelation music from bad 50's detective movie here)

I leaped gracefully from my chair...

Okay, you caught me. I did leap, but my spidey sense failed to warn me of the danger one incurs when leaping from an overstuffed chair that is fronted by a solid wooden desk in a confined space.I have a bruised knee, a black eye, and three stitches in my chin to prove that the desk won.

After regaining my senses; I hobbled to the bedroom, yanked open the closet door, and began pulling out the plastic storage tubs of books consigned there by she who must be obeyed, because they won't fit on the shelves.

Several frantic minutes of ripping off lids, and book flinging later, I found the object of my search, and confirmed my guess that Uncle Jim was who I thought he was. What a wonderful surprise.

So again fellow cooler denziens thank you for your welcome and for providing such a great resource for those of us with this writer's disease.

Now, I must be off. I need a new spidey costume, and the bedroom looks like a book bomb has gone off in it. I must have that fixed before she who must be obeyed, returns home, sees the mess, and turns into SHE WHO MUST BE FEARED! Then it's back to BIC.