My Life: Becoming a freelance writer

Hello? Is this thing on?

If so, I would like to say hi and welcome you to my blog. And for those who have not heard from me in years, I would like to apologize. My life these past two years have been chaotic (and that’s keeping it simple). I went from home to home trying to find a place to call my own, changed job positions, and invested a significant amount of time and money on pursuing a Masters degree.

However, life happened and I am no longer in the right circumstances to continue.

I hope to share with you, in time, that chapter of my life. You’ll understand all of my struggles, my joys, and my pains. But for now, I would like to share something that I have not told my family. I am trying to find meaning in my life and in the process, I have decided to become a freelance writer. To tell you the truth, I don’t have a clue about what I am getting myself into, but that has never stopped me before.

When my guidance counselor told me that I would not go to a four-year college, I ended up graduating from San Francisco State University with a B.A. in Psychology and minor in Counseling. When all my other brother’s dropped out of school, I applied to a Masters program and got in. And I will continue to move forward regardless.

My stories aren’t too sophisticated (trust me, I know). Nor are they grammatically perfect (that is a creative choice). But they are honest (I promise). And that’s why I want to write and make a living out of it. I want to share my story and help at least one person get through the day. Or to make them laugh. Or cry. Or make them not feel alone.

And with that announcement, I would like some help from you.

I know this may alienate the people who read my blog, but I would appreciate any leads that can help in me becoming a freelance writer or at least a place where I can make a living sharing my stories.

Here is a list of some stories that show off my writing skills. I hope you all enjoy them! 🙂

Life: A Message To My Future Daughter

The Night My Life Changed: An Introduction

The Brother Who Left My Life

The First Sexual Encounter Of My Life

I know it’s a long shot, but it’s an attempt. Hopefully someone out there can hear me. Thank you.







My Life In Story

Kids, this is the story of How I Met Your Father…

We met in San Francisco, or was it Los Angeles, or possibly Orange County. Whatever the case, I needed someone to get me out of my emotional Arrested Development. I Remember we met during a House party while LCD Soundsystem played in the background. I Dreamed a Dream that one day I would Get Lucky and find someone to cuddle and stay Up with during those Dark Knights, and when I saw his smile from across the room, I knew he was The One. He was there, I was looking at him, and he was so beautiful. When we kissed, for the first time, I felt Infinite. “This is happening,” was all I could think. We instantly fell in love and Together we acted like a couple of Daft Punks.  Our love kept us warm and soon we built a Fun Home where every night we would go on a Voyage of Discovery. You see kids, all my life I was running and didn’t look where I was going, and your father came from somewhere and caught me. It didn’t matter in the end how old he had been, or that he was a guy, but only that I had loved him, and Underneath It All he loved me; and his love was all that I needed.