I am getting old, or at least my brothers are. I left home in 2000, and my brothers would have been 4 and 5. That is how I remember them, in my mind they have seemed stuck there. Yes I watched them grow up and they became teenage boys. They did all the stuff associated with that, dick, fart and gay jokes..... One went to school, the other went to work. And at some point along the way they became men. Or at least young adult males. On a long drive to Saskatchewan with my littlest brother (lil beast if you read older blogs) we sat and chatted about a million things. History, politics, food, health, religion. I have always considered myself smart, fairly knowledgeable but when my brother started speaking I was amazed. He brought up shit I had never heard of. He wasn’t arrogant or combative just made good cases for his ideas. (Something you don’t see on twitter…) I knew he wasn’t that little boy I remembered, the teenage boy addicted to video games and there was more than just a kid who ...
So I wanna be a writer. I think it was Stephen King who said to be good you had to spend hours a day at it. So this is my answer to that, warm up for real writing. Small town Alberta boy living now in E-town. Follow on twitter @Tavis_P also for reviews of things Tavis P on yelp.