I was born…a long time ago, in a place far, far away. The year was 1959 and the place was somewhere in bog country, a short Ski-Doo ride away from the Canadian border.
Until recently, I’ve always been shy, quiet and introverted. My life has been a giant learning curve, which I am trying to make the most of every day. My brain is starting to get full so I have to either let the less valuable baggage crawl out of my nose, or make room by writing it down and carefully placing it here. My preference tends toward the latter.
People are import to me. Family is especially important, including chosen family. Thoughts, words and deeds are how I define my life.
While everything on this website may not seem deep, philosophical, or gutsy, rest assured, every word has been painstakingly withdrawn from my essence and presented to you on a silver platter. All you have to do is read and enjoy!
If you think I am writing to myself on this site, you are wrong; I want you to join me. If you want to get to know me, introduce yourself and be sincere. I wear my heart on my sleeve, right where it should be, so there is never any doubt about…anything, given enough time to explain it.
I have a second website as well. One that focuses on my books and the posts are all about the stories I’ve written under the name of R. Scott Tyler. That is my real name, but I’m trying to make myself more unique than my “everyday” name of Bob Tyler.