Its true, I am an amateur!

If someone was to say that I am an amateur I would have to agree.

After all, not only did I use my Galaxy Phone to take the photos for My Rabid Fucking Soul but I also had my grandson Jarrod take photos for the book as well.  He was 9 at the time.

My poems have won no awards, in the writing circles I am a non-heard of, I have no photography training, damn even Ship Street Poetry was only founded months ago.

But I am wondering, does that matter?

It used to matter to me and that’s why I didn’t start, I am a little bit of a perfectionist and only wanted really great things to be written and created.

But the thing is, how do we become great at something without being a bit shit first? Notice I said a bit shit not a lot shit?

If it wasn’t for Craig Stone telling me to stop talking about writing a book and start doing it then I may still be “talking” about it right into my nursing home days.

You see there comes a time when you just have to make the decision to do what you have visualized and take the steps you are able towards that vision.

The rest will present itself, it did for me and I am just an amateur.