Being deaf has made me a Visual Person, since my eyes are also my ears as well as my sight. I hear with my eyes.

When people speak, I read their lips, that's my primary mode of communication. I've been doing it all my life. It's my mode of "hearing." I hear with my eyes. I also read a person's body language and facial expressions along with their lips... it all tells me a story, that reveals more than just what the lips are saying.

This all influences my general perspective of viewing the world. Silence can be deafening. The shadows can be blinding.

Life is what happens when you make other plans according to John Lennon. He's right, you know. And that's why I've never really sat down long enough to force my writings on the general public.  Even so, I managed to jot down, here and there, over the years enough partial short stories, unfinished novels, notebooks of poetry, insights and rambling thoughts to keep me busy for the next decade editing and completing various projects.

And over the last twenty five years of Life pummelling me and throwing boulders at my head, this jotting and half hearted writing managed to keep me out of prison a few times.

Though, come to think about it, I suppose in prison, I would have more time writing.

But now, my old life style doesn't seem to have anymore distracting plans for me, so I find I have more time on my hands and the desire is strong to play with language, share insights, evoke enticing images, stimulate brain synapsis, generate hunger for answers, persuade, tease and inflict mental seduction in a weave of words.

And, perhaps, force my writings on the public.