Desire

My name is John H. Macdonald. My written attempts extend over a relatively short period of time, commencing after recovering from a motorcycle accident, which induced an extended coma. I guess my thought patterns were changed considerably. I find writing to be compulsive rather than a desire. There are nights when sleep evades me, until an idea, a phrase, a poem is visible on paper. I never wrote before. I was much too busy with my jobs. Yes, I had familial obligations. Now, I work part-time and enjoy meeting and communicating with my friends and the public in general. Life can be strange, elusive, even mysterious, but in the end, it’s all we have, and I’m grateful for every minute I have left.